Bottle of wine, full just moments ago,
The last drops resting on my shirt,
Memories of moments ago
Now a blur.
Tears that used to exist
No longer have a home
Having been replaced by these grapes of wrath,
Pass the blunt, breathe in, now out,
Weed helps the hurt to mellow,
Touching out the feelings the wine couldn't get to.
Darkness and spinning.
I sit on a couch, watching plaster bumps
Turn into stars and spin as my head
Turns on its orbit, round and round,
Drowning out everything.
Blackness, preceded by heavy lids,
I stumble to my bed, stumble, stumble,
Sleep now, until the next dream,
Sleep now, never awake.