Looking for oblivion

por Bufón loco

“To drink or not to drink
Here is the question “

I watch the wet glass
And his golden delicacy
Stroking the ice cubes

My thirsty palate
And my brain always so dog
Calling arms
To a drink falling

To do pain
For having lost you
A small residue
Condemned to oblivion

(Despite finishing well fucked)

“How to refuse to that fate
When the heart has surrendered? “