IV. You taught me how to drive and give your fist
the right speed to knock somebody off their feet,
I taught you how to drink so much you forget your own name
and to stitch the wound up while drinking and pouring what’s left over.
When I touch your skin I feel the emptiness of your soul
We’re too old to be alive and not fighting nor drinking
Will smoothen your skin again or wash away the blood on your eyelids
you may think my black clothes are punk but in reality i have just been mourning ned stark for the last three years