Ultima Realizzazione

Drinking blind
I see the light
Drunken stupor
to know what’s right
Dramatic pause
subtle and so bright

Dried eyes
lack any more tears
Numbing calm
escape all my fears
Sailed through
with thousands of beers

Poison glances
I hear your words
New gang
Malicious hollow herds
With volition
new flock of birds

I cry
I die
I fly
Rise again
Burning wren