Ashamed
Should i be shamed
To search for your image
You have turned grey in the years that have passed.
Your hair was once mine to drag urgent nails through
When your hair was black it was mine.
Wasted
How many years were given to our debauchery
How many hours did we waste in a haze.
Too many of these were from our own making
Filling bad toxic bodies we made,
Driven mad,
Mad by Bacchus
