One Oh One

I'll live or die in here, wine isn't cheap, but it takes away fear, before any whispered sigh, or hugs from a boulevardier, it brings me to this night, there's no drama lonely pier, when a wrong's put right, on a road with inner peace, regular as the time, darkness hides my gear, a knife is its own birthright, I've fallen in too deep, to remember previous years, what lies beside the heap, it makes these bricks alive, what I bought so dear, often ask my self why, when the moon seeps, between stars white and clear, I only hear someone creep, and wipe away the tears.