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