Upon the loss of a drinking partner...

Where once we governed, you and i, over all the altered states one could imagine, i am now alone. And there is no hope that you’ll respond to my fervent cry. To join me once more at the helm of my crumbling, liar’s throne. Sad is the face of one who drinks alone with tears that taint his wine. Not that my wine will ever taste as sweet again as in the days of yore gone by. All of that which i once held dear has turned a lacklustre shade of grey. Without you it just isn’t fun anymore to pick at the scabs of my wasted days. Dedicated in Loving Memory of Her.