The Pear Brandy speaks to me
In whispers of forgotten dreams
Its golden hue beckons to me
A seductive dance in the glass it seems

I know it's what killed me
But the taste is too exquisite to resist
I take a sip, feeling the warmth
As it slides down, a sweet, burning kiss

The resuscitation doesn't sound bad
As I drink from the poison glass
The memories flood back to me
Of nights filled with laughter and sass

The regret lingers in the air
But I push it aside for now
Letting the pear brandy take control
As I drown in its intoxicating vow

I know the consequences of my actions
But in this moment, I don't care
The sweet oblivion is all I seek
As I lose myself in the despair

The Pear Brandy speaks to me
In a language only I can understand
It whispers of love and loss
Of memories slipping through my hand

I raise my glass to the past
To the mistakes and the pain
To the moments that shaped me
And the ones I'd do over again

The Pear Brandy speaks to me
And I listen, my heart torn in two
For I know it's what killed me
But in this moment, it's all I can do


© Words Of Anthrax