It's a Damn Shame

YOU! With that whiskey coating the inside of your neck, it is pouring inside your veins, swimming like the lovebirds twisting in the sky. You prowl the night with glazed over eyes, letting the world play in front of you like an old filmstrip. You cannot feel this film that is turning for your pleasure, you reach out to touch it, but it turns away. You’re a shameful beast who prays on hard liquor and scandalous dreams, surreal ness in the night, hold my hand I’ll guide you there.