Gentle Drunk

18 January 2003

Angels learn the devil’s dance
As I drink this whisky in an instance.
Then, my eyes closed in slow motion,
My heart is having a sad emotion.

Butterflies and birds are starting to fall.
Angels in devil’s voice, I heard them call.
My hours, my days, my life are turning black.
Oh, God help me, I’m in a heart attack.

No! Whiskies don’t make me hurt people.
Look at them, they love me all.
Yet, I wish I was never been born
For angels are having tails and horns.

The bomb has been planted in my heart.
I am lonely, I am sad, I am hurt.
In my whisky, angels with halos sunk
For I only sleep when I’m drunk.

kenn jimena

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