everybody's screaming
waiting to be heard
but i am still here contemplating
why they sound absurd

i used to know the rhythm
in every single word
but now i track the measurements
of speech that has been slurred

drunk with heavy spirits
dependent on their taste
i try to put the chalice down
but think it be a waste

dancing in the darkroom
lit in shades of red
pictures formed like memories
developed in my head

i needed all the chaos
to deconstruct my mind
so i could see the simple truth
in all the things i find