Lipsticks, painted red
A smile on my face,
Not seen before,
Take a big swig from a bottle,
Drink more and more
Until I end up on the floor
Finally the *memories are gone
When my sanity walks out the door
I'm now on the ceiling,
Though quite possibly dreaming,
My thoughts are far from clearing
In muddled moments
I find comfort and forget
No longer chained
Or to my own head in debt
Swishing the thoughts around my mind
Like a good year of
fine white wine
Spitting out the rotten ones
Swallowing down a few,
just for fun
Intoxication at its finest,
Brazen, daring, brave and bold
Leaving the past behind us
Out in the bitter cold
Frozen behind,
No longer catching up to me
I can stumble forward
In my plastered euphoria
A smile on my face
I can pick up my pace
Audacious now, I feel
Doesn't matter how much of this is real
Reality is just in my mind
Not easily defined
By dreams, nightmares or ghosts
From the past
Reality is in this bottle,
This pipe, or this needle
Down to the very last
Drops of fantasy and candy
But ****,
*It tastes so sweet
What a joy working with the young, yet so talented WickedHope, amazing. :)