My eyes are closing,
the world slowly drifts away.
I'm aware of thumping,
music lulling my sleepy way.
In the hours that pass,
I hold you up to my lips.
I take a sip at last
and get that burning feeling of bliss.
Cradling you to my chest
I have zero to none regrets,
except that you're not loving me back:
For you disappear more each minute you're in my grasp.
