Drunken Romantics

The heart beats in the liver
As yeast producing bacteria
swims down our throat
As man plays cupid
Binding us together
Like carmel coated spit
On the intangible scent of lust
We breathe on each others skin

Kissing on one anothers hips
And biting tongues
As war is happening

In both the partieal lobe of my brain
and the center of my testicles
Cause i wont remember you
Damaged soul, yet beautiful

When i wake up
Nor will my child when he grows up
But he will remember your screams

When you yell drunk at the kitchen table
Looking at your life in a glass bottle
And hiccupping lies to him
Saying "Hes in a better place"
When im only a disgrace
To both of your eyes
In lies
On the bottle dropping to the floor
Like agonized bullets of tears
You still scream

Even though he's 18
Grown up without me
Without you
Without anyone to look up too

But himself

And a cheap shot of Vodka

On his neck
And on the girl's breath
Who he thinks he loves
5 years older than him
But only loves the estacy in his young jeans
For she loves another man at home

Who I could never be
A father
A friend
Nor culd he ever be me

That young man's father
Now homeless and alone
Dreams of getting back on the road

But shot up on meth
Calling death
While i shiver
As my nature drags me to die
Within my drunken liver