poem written on a napkin #4

i think the title speaks for itself, i'm also drinking right now... Also, sorry for the "to" statements in this.

to once again kiss lips
that have never tasted c**k.
to smoke and drink freely
for the price of immortality
has yet to be paid
to skull faced merchants
in black hooded robes.
to allow a heart to freely bleed
those unwritten poems and songs
free of all social and self censor.
to be splayed naked upon a
field of stone
while cold autumn rain
pricks my skin with its needle kiss.
to scrub away my flesh with river stones
only to leave a grinning skeleton
somewhere between man and beast.