I don't need a reason to drink anymore.
It happens. Things get a little clearer for a minute,
and then it all dissapears.
60 proof that I'm still alive.
What did I realize last night? What grand naivety struck?
Its not that true love conquers all.
Its that
It can't be taken away from me.
You can burn me
You can rob me
You can rape me
At least two counts of each.
And I still roar in the night.
I still hold the imaginary fingers of that sweet salvation,
that perfumed neck tastes all the sweeter.
You can have me
but you can't take me.
You can hate me
you can hit me
you can deny me.
But you can't take the light that you gave me.
Thank you.
But you could make a good thing perfect...
Just take this cold hand in yours,
and smother this triage smirk of mine with your lips.
I promise you nothing
but my best, my worst,
my every being.
An eternity of the moments I live in just before a pleasant dream.
