Avery

Live or die far or near, wine isn't cheap, but it takes away fear, before any whispered sigh, or hugs from a grenadier, brings me to this night, no drama of lonely piers, dances my wounds to sleep, on boards of inner tears, regular as plain sight, darkness makes me creep, closer to my birth right, what remains is clear, I've fallen in too deep, to remember previous years, loving makes me come alive breathes beside me on the heap, is this him I ask why what is bought so dear, when the moon seeps, is a story everyone hears and someone weeps.