Stirring, clammering for life,
The clouds of despair linger
Over the shadows of once was.

Lounging with a quart of poison,
I drink to the love of
The fever that is my essence.

Can you stand the pressure
That explodes with intensity
When the liquid of ice enters?

Vein after vein, closing, intertwining
With a barren soul of loneliness.
Pure intoxication purifies the heart.