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.