drink with me?
Stagger along these soulful scenes,
leak with drunk dreams,
let it ooze onto our bodies,
seep into hearts,
have it’s bitterness befall the masses,
and blind the lonesome wanderers that pass you by.
Mumbled and muffled, I’ll say, there will be those that fall,
fall in love with your demented depths,
desperately dangling off your spinning mind,
disguised and darkening your blinded vision,
And there will be those that recoil,
recoil with disgust,
at the mess you’ve made,
of a silhouette they found so pleasing. 🔘
I remember those days,
when my heart was so full,
my mind spinning as such,
my fingers so lonesome,
with no one to touch,
what a shame they would cry,
how righteous it seemed,
to the enticed eyes of the sober unclean.
I remember those times,
when my soul flowed onto bodies that passed me by,
drunk in their depths,
and spread itself along flashy fantasies,
in an attempt to pawn off my soul,
at the price of seeming security,
yet it was I,
who scrubbed the stains off accidental strangers.
So, scrub souls scrub,
scrub your essence off the bodies of man,
and pour souls pour,
pour the spirits down your throat,
and drink souls drink,
drink till you’re intoxicated as a child,
and search souls search,
search till you stumble on home. 🥃
On one hand 1. Drinking you in, lips first, intoxicated on your soul, flowing through me.
On the other hand 2. Too bad depth lies beyond the hold you think you have over me, to penetrate my mind is something I’d like to see, to stimulate my soul is something you could never do, because flesh to flesh is closeness to you.