Siliqoy beneath an empty moon.

Settle at the bottom of the barrel, the whiskey plays a grand old tune,

I found my heart in siliqoy beneath an empty moon

For nothing but a birds I view of glasses broken lipstick stained ,

Found me here to contemplate what lovers had retained,

Betrayal of those likewise stars, who've shone before the night

He of all those broken wishes, found with empty plight

An obsolete endever I trial the whiskey light ,

and in his pleading not to go Cut free the cheating sight,

For all I have within the veins rushed furthermore to feel,

I drank away the sorrow so the moon would heal.