{last Night} Poem by Shane Clawson

The night is young
A place like this
So easy to get lost in
Cover my fist in kisses
After striking many faces
The alcohol took over
Avoidable to attack those around
Just to purify my sins onto them
Your face puts me to a halt
Even when my rage reaches a blow
And the fever maximizes
I still get an outburst
Which is why there's you
To keep the noise
I cause to stay down
So the night is young