In simpler means our cauldrons turned us dust
alcoholic alchemy, trust in me
for I defy the hardest enemy
if love was love, in god would I now trust.
naturally despising gifts of muck
no prize, no will releaved, smile; will you please
your lies will come around, you will love me
beheld in hands the wires barbed are stuck.
luck may change to bring on breasts and hugs
then comfort me through dreams where once I fled
lonely reasoning bared me well in bed
by my side no bride, I could cry, I shrug.
awakening from slumber, what of love?
in memory a wish to softly cry
long journeys curious, now I will rise
sluts too vacuous, bosoms were once young.