I count myself fortunate enough or miss
To have made it through
When so many of my kind did not
Not unscarred nor scathed
But wiser all the same

I remember wind in trees
And fingers in hair
How we opened ourselves up
And you played in our veins..
But I was just a kid then,
Hell we all were

Had I followed your course with steel
I don't think I'd be here
That's the true cost of your love isn't it?
You never tasted like flesh,
Nor felt like death,
Your blood never flowed so bitter...

I have never been good at mincing words
I'd rather go for the throat
So I'm trading in my bottles and goblets
For plastic and shots:
Go numb

I'll leave the forest and fauns
to the new kids , Dionysus,
Until you run sweet once more..
Tonight I pray to the God of
Liquor.

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