The drunken man is a stupid, self-deluded fallacy. Now fucked by three dogs: Bitter loss, arrogance, and jealousy. With brittle claws, we scrathed familiar walls for our dusty food. But you nurtured me, and I kissed your broken fingers and their calloused grooves. Now i am rising up into the melting yellow-red sun. My body is color bleeding, returning to the place where all colors will burn. I need to be burned, burned by your delicate hand. Beneath your white trasparent skin, I need to be there with you now. I need to be there with you now, I need to breathe you in. Beneath your clear forgiving gaze, to finalize the pain. Though I could never compensate, for the wounds that I have made, for the violence I create, for the trust that I betrayed - I need to be there with you now.