One glass was all it took,
for it to start the process of
paralysis through my entire body.
I had began to forget about all my
troubles and surroundings...
It felt as if in that moment, no matter how
many glasses that followed the first one,
nothing I would do would have consequences.
I fell into a severe intoxication that drove me
so deep into numbness that I was feeling absolutely
NOTHING.
Until I woke up the next morning...
I could barely get out of bed, let alone
walk out of my room,
It was as if my body was tied to the
bed by something stronger than chains...
All I really have to show from that
"amazing" night of intoxication, are
these scars, or as I like to call the, battle wounds.
Even though it was more of a one sided battle.
I guess liquor was my friend for a little while,
just not forever.
Intoxication made me numb to the feeling that led to the scars behind the story.