#2

You're drunk on salty despair, Tossed and turned by waves of sorrow. Oh would you allow me to taste those stained lips and bittersweet wine, Recreational depravity, you are. But use me, as your vessel, shatter and corrupt me, I ask you again, Adrift in this sea of absence, a silence that echoes, Like shards of glass across a canvas, All that matters, are the rhythm of your storms , against my heart.