Drink your passions and intoxicate your senses drowning out the voices of those who care.
Suck in the brittle air and exhale your whiskey stained carbon-dioxide.
Smile, this is fine. We still love you with sympathetic eyes.
Your still my hero embodied by an addiction, a condition.
Princess is how you envisioned me coming out of your wife’s womb.
And I knew from the start you were my shepherd leading this lamb in and out of a world filled with wolves.
You left in your uniform, but came back with wired eyes and harsh words.
I still saw you as my now war-stained hero. So drink to your life and those you took.
Never expect a sorry look from me, you’ll always be my king.