Soaked with wine

My blood soaked eyes,
with morning times rise,
and my nicotine stained clothes
catching the suns shine
While guns are pulling triggers,
running races in my mind
Theirs a girl who sends her love,
but cannot send a dime
Shes out there,
alone, along with the sea
Luring what reels me,
to swim my body back
With the ones who make love
cause their actions point to that,
and the ones who take it,
expecting to receive it back
Ima lost type of sailor,
trying to find my land
Only swimming in the water
keeping look for shore

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