You’re becoming ill
With thoughts of suicide
And gallons of red wine.
Your mind is full of desperate dreams
Of aliens and naked women.
Cloud your sanity with alcohol and drugs;
Drink a cocktail of desire.
Bite your fingernails until there is nothing left,
In the morning you won’t know why your hands are ******.
Shattered glasses and midnight strolls,
You are a creature of the night.
Are you losing yourself or
Are you losing your mind?