The Blue Eyed Boy

She gently weeps on her pillow
Beside the sleeping eyes of her boy
Afraid to awake her reflection hollow
To walk away from her dreaming toy
In sweet melancholy her tears follow
Consequences of her frequent high
Her diseased body swims towards the gallow
Everyday she hide her tears with a vacant lie
The noose tightens as evermore she swallow
Bachus's gift in the drifting nigh'
She dreams of remaining life; shallow
Singing her last lullaby
Her last sip end lifes wallow
Tender soul lift and fly
No loving touch awake tomorrow
The radient eyes of the blue eyed boy
No one shall weep for his sorrow
After knowledge strike the tree of joy
Then he will weep in his lonely pillow
In bottles, his sorrow he'll cry
Drink his way past each morrow
Pray Hades end his morose life
Each new day will bring fresh horro'
While memories will casualy crusify
Until the night one such tomorrow
Hades shall hear his quivering sigh
One such sip shall then follow
He leave this poem with words goodbye
To lay together on a soft dry pillow
Under hade's, singing tree of joy
Wine and death bring together
The pink eyed girl; the blue eyed boy.