Drunk

Wondering through the night, 

the alcohol reek will fight. 

We seek for love in darkness 

and desire for wildness within. 

Another drink for all the fame, 

another shot drowns all the pain. 

Double vision , mind's hallucination, we have been taken over. 

By something we drink to call a lover. 

Pull out a cigarette and light up the stick, just like lovers burning dicks. 

Why is it wrong, to break the crime. 

When breaking hearts is just as fine. 

Like drunkards, we crave for affection and hunger. 

The desire to find just another lover . 

Maybe this time someone will shed some light,

to help me get pass through the night. 

The reeking alcohol, the heavy scent.

Should fill my nose and shiver my sense. 

We touch and feel each other's pain,

to realise all we did is another mistake.

Who cares anyway, let's get fucked tonight. 

You'll pull your shirt, I'll rip mine. 

Thought lovers were the only person you'll crave, 

even when you're at someone's bed. 

It's not lying if you're drunk. 

Coz alcohol forces truth from tongues.

Why did it hurt to only hear it when you're dead, 

with alcohol filling your hallucinated head.

Wildest Wolf