And when the day comes
and my bones shall find their
well earned rest
don't come here to mourn
but to celebrate
the end
of all what's filth
and cold
and angst.
No tear shall drop
no sigh
no black clothes
just cherish
and laugh
and celebration
For I
have sat
in enough shit
and tears
and blood from self inflicted pain
with no joy
no glory
no lover's thigh to brush
no pride
nothing to be remembered for…
nothing.
But
my lust for wine
and my love
for the only god
that ever listened
that ever cared
For today
my friends
be happy
In nomine Bachus!
- Author: Jwan Trottel ( Offline)
- Published: February 25th, 2024 20:18
- Category: Unclassified
- Views: 6
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