Cheers

The feeling that you have, The need of filling the vacant. The touch of loneliness and callings of the ocean. No colors to me, I am my own shroud. No fear of heights but cravings to topple. I wanna stand tall but nothing powers my knees. And all this burden on my shoulder makes me weak. No more “Cheers” left in me. I miss, The way I was, the way I used to be. It’s all broken crockery, no gold to make it unique, The things I do are just worthless and oblique. I speak, I scream, with death I deal. But it’s just for a while until I leave.