Letting the alcohol warm my body
The tears to bitter my tongue
I can`t look in my soul anymore, looking around with stinging red eyes
All the creation around
but none mine!
Surrendered to others my power.
Creating a flower wall to stop the ugly.
Writing my name on others papers.
Submitting not only my being
But letting my body down a road ,
And my soul to another
With my mind trying to keep both together .
How long will last?
At this point i think, Salvation is considered a nice Fantasy dream!