I'm drunk
There is nothing more
Condescending
Than drunk
Nothing more
Aggravating
Then reaching
The bottom
Of your
Glass
That empty
Full feeling
Pink cheeks
Trying to
Make
Someone
Think
You're
Sober

You're blaming
Disrepair
On the moonlight
Carving
At your
Own eyes
Any connection
To the truth
Or open eyes
Silent
But screaming
Cries
The pain
That comes
With slicing
Open
Knots
The cloud
Around
Your brain
It's just
A game
That you
Have to
Play
All the
Clouded
Clarity
Leaves you
In the night
Tucks you
Into bed
And lays
Your
Ink filled head
To rest
You wake up
Inside out
I don't doubt
Your purpose
You really think
You're born
For this?
Dipping pens
In expired
Time
Seasons
Already
Gone by
Leads you
In a circle
When you
Draw
What you've
Already
Lost

Transgression
The sick feeling
Of knowing
You have gone
To far
Running into
Bed frames
Non existent card games
And
Alcohol
Spilling
Out words
That taught you
How to yearn
For something
That isn't even there
Broken pieces
Of deleted
Keys
Finger prints
That study
Every move
Tainted
Brain waves
Elaborate
Sun gaze
Stings
Stares
And melts
My heart
Again

Guilt is melting off my face
Everything
It's all in place
The pace I'm moving
Places I'm going
I'm stuck
In pause
What have I done?

I did what had to be done
To make me forgive
And now
I'm just like you
Again

I am a waste
A quitter
At everything
Except
The smokes
In my pocket
Stick a fork
In my socket
And restart
Me

The mattress sheets
They feel like ****
They aren't soft
The aren't rough
They are slick
And I'll slip on
My face
When I wake up
Then my day
Will be great