The streets frozen in temperature my soul soaked in bourbon as I drift a drunk looking simply to get home and crash out simply to do
it all over again.
The music is the silence only footsteps keep me company and no other need be my shadow .
Spirts of fire are often dulled together sweetheart I will be just fine I said in my exit from the bar .
The streetlights and that Christmas tinged on full display I drift past stores closed as vacant in windows view as my thoughts as the bums
try not freeze upon the benches I know this existence in sadness and think **** thank to hell it's not me.
Simply move on two ghost's haunted the same and no need to explain the rest,
It's here I am home in these empty streets here I grasp it all .
Maybe it's a drunkards melancholy thought a romancing of the page to fulfill the emptiness in me .
I know this night like any other sometimes when the mix of ***** and ******* hits me just right
I truly understand the man that once was me .
Goodnight my friends.
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