Searching Heart

Whiskey bottom hear my plea
I want to cry between her breasts
Let the aching cease to be
And let your arrows pierce this mess.

Death and boredom make their call
Reaching out to those in need
Feeding on the lonely’s fall
And drinking from the bloodless deed.

Never more we shout in time
A chorus of the aging heart
Whiskey bottom take my dime
Sing me to another start.

Soothing every seeping wound
Let The heart forget its day
Whiskey come and carry me
Take me home another way.

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