I was poised out, in the middle of a late night awry dream
With racing breaths, i rose up grabbing the shabby shredded quilt
My nerves were frowning all tonight, slowly at a time
The last peg of my Vodka awaits... i lit a cigar
I drunk my sorrow all again in a wisp of moment
The darken moon got dark, it hazed and faint
Out stead of conscience i was sinking over the bed again
And the maroon showers of heaven had began
It poured its flavor, chanting in my bed time memories
twisted in brain like a windmill ride in a pleasant autumn breeze
And the stars were shining bright tonight
Pipers rolled their chords
My angel has come for me tonight
To wipe away my mourns.... it cast a spell
The Vodka aided waging of my wounds in vain
While the maroon showers of Heaven curbed my pain
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