Secret dreams, blood ravines,
All of a midnight memory.
Nothing was as it seemed,
In my drunken revelry.
I dreamed of a god
and a pauper, too.
I shaped the world
And begged for food.
Yet, in all this I could not find
Neither love, nor faith nor peace of mind.
Instead, I drifted further from
My body, oh, so fine and young;
I choked upon the watery abyss,
and lost myself in drunkenness.
by Garret Woo