posted on Mar, 20 2017 @ 04:50 PM
Turn the lights off
and move comfortably my friend
It is just a passing face moving swiftly in the wind
while your hands are cold
the whiskey warms your breath
stumbling down this road
barely dressed
There's something in the soul
that tells you to confess
throwing up alone
in inconsolable distress
but someone's round the corner
just behind the bend
can you get your wits
can you beat this test...
edit on 20-3-2017 by kibric because: boo