Euphoria

What bliss is this
That saps my life?
A longing missed
By the tip of a knife

Euphoria abounds
All about Town
While Death makes his rounds
So keep your hearts down

Bottles of Joy and Cheer
Run rampant over thee
Is it the wine or the beer
That makes me forget me?

Life's lovely passion
Grows thorns and blood
As the soul turns ashen
The body goes thud

I solemnly swear
That I'm not okay
That I'm pulling out hair
That I regret my do and say

Run! The Soul calls
And the weak knee falls
Soaring past the walls
Making late night phone calls

And on the cold, wet dirt

And in the cold

And cold

And

I fly



Wait,

I cry




No,






I die











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