temporary happiness is ruling my life,
with each empty bottle scattered through my room.
leaving me in ignorant bliss
to what i had been feeling before i swallowed.
it's all a haze,
before and after the liquid.
all smiles,
before and after the pills.
dancing dreams,
in the midst of the smoke
i haven't slept a wink,
or maybe i have.
it's so dangerous,
to live in this fake life.
but the intricate workings of my mind
aren't allowing me to let go
of this
temporary
mundane
imperminant
fleeting
happiness
let me realise that i'm killing myself