lied to me,
to us again.
The whiskey burned in our throats,
its harshness ate our brains.
I disgusted everything.
I cried in my torn winter coat;
Their many holes I did loathe.
Hair being smeared of the whiskey,
the blood that began to leave my veins,
Didn’t you saw that I was passing out there?
Whiskey in my wounds,
poured down on my fragile body.
The truth lied to me.
The truth blinded my sight.
My eyes went black when they saw the fright.
I broke my feet
when I stumbled over the bridge,
and it seems I’m back again,
Lying there while I’m bleeding in the ditch.