The dagger of deception cut through my perception/ leaving me in an

ocean of in conception/ run to the first aid kit/ but there wasn’t

anything for a fix/ except the almost empty bottle of Whiskey/ which

worked as an IV saving me/ while I breathed in and out a thousand

times/ sweet love…how could you…how could you…/ just when I’d

thought life was perfect/ you disrupt the train of Aiming/ that was on

your direction and for you/ sweet love I guess this is goodbye/ wish you

a better wonderful life/ worry not about me/ I shall find my way out.

EO