Me and my muse were sitting, getting high on life, a picture of two drunks, sharing the vintage of night, asked her to pass me a star, she passed me a fork and a knife, laughed at her insult, now she is my wife.
We who live in glass houses own more stones than most
We who live castles build as deep monster moats
Me I leave in her city laugh at all her jokes
Me I cry for the kitty as her life it chokes
Quest is the pure thought left on the hill
Mantle is cold form the lost of will
Cast me a rock as the walls came tumbling down
Sin was the answer but you were all that I found
Now don't take no romances or chances in love you find
For when the city is empty I settle for a bottle of wine
Alley is dark as my soul woman is the same
Bottle is Thunderbird I forgot her name
It is a cold lonely highway, take what you can, a woman is the form, but spirits understand, passion lives inside the man, warm your thoughts, but remember, allies are dark, and the night wind it howls, the taste is good, but it goes away after a while.
Your words, verses flow one into the other so beautifully here. This even with the bittersweetness I am left feeling is a wonderful piece of artistic penning and expression, a truly enjoyable piece!
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