What is it?

[leftovervictim]

Your ideal purpose is the savior from myself
a poem for the underappreciated:

Your yellow blood cools off my endeavors
Your silver skin shines and brightens my days
Could I just touch you? I think so...
Could I just kiss you? I think not...
In the darkness, your taste perforates my spirit
and in a semi-hollow way you rise my feet to the clouds
Inspire me to write a song
Inspire me to have another.

I think I make my point clear when I say: I love beer.