I’ve had a little bit too much.
Stumbling around the room, feel the blood rush.
Hand on the wall, searching for support that isn’t there.
The music pounds almost as loudly as my heart does in my ears
Someone’s tongue stuck down my mouth
And the next thing I know
I’m back on the floor
Attempting and failing, arms flailing, keeping my head above water.
Too far gone and drowned.
And dance.
Cross my fingers and whisper something like English
Maybe, there’s a chance, I’ll come out of this okay.
This unconscious feeling,
The sickness creeps upon me, smiling sweetly.
There I was falling,
Head spinning, just like the records playing,
I can’t tell if they’ve been playing the same song all along
or if all along
it’s all been in my head.
I’m so heavy, maybe someone’s holding me up, or
Just holding me back
Trying to cop a feel.
I can only smile
Because I’ve finally reached the black out state and the emptiest phase
Where I can lose your face in the crowd, and only think in feeling
Not sight sound or words.
So what’s your name?
Mine’s been misplaced.
And nobody’s going to ask me for it.
And nobody’s asking for you anymore.
Someone’s pulling on my hand, and I can only think to go where they want me to,
Where nobody knows where,
But they never knew I was here, anyways, doing my best to
Achieve the physical form of zero.