Drunk On Nothing

I suppose we're both to blame. 

For both of us had one to many glasses of shame. 

It seems rather odd, we found each other.

Considering, you have no dad, and I, no mother. 

With spinning ears and wobbly feet.

We went outside, to escape the heat. 

Our bodies sweat, our minds go blank. 

We dance a dance, we walk the plank. 

You sing so high, a lullaby. 

I sing so low, I nearly cry. 

A midnight tango, we kiss our skin. 

I shed a tear, the war begins. 

A masterpiece, a gospel song. 

Our hearts beat as one, can we last for long?

I take the dagger, plunge it in. 

The bitter taste of love floods in. 

I touch your hair, you bare your neck. 

Water streaks, you're a wreck.

This pillow is a soft parade.

To the gods, I have prayed. 

Face to face with a blade. 

We can never be the same.