The sun shone above the clouds, my mind was razor-sharp like shark's teeth, my hands were shaking like I was cold at nearly 81 degrees. The sun shone above the clouds, my body spasmed, covered in sweat, my legs trembled as I checked around searching for any bottles left. The sun still shone above the clouds as I showered, drank coffee and left the house looking for whatever distraction I could find, ended up drunk at a parking lot.
I think there's something missing An empty space within my brain Is it genetics or experience? Most likely a mix of both It seems I only feel whole When my blood is filled with drugs Energetic electricity Flowing through my limbs Substances fill the void The emptiness I can't stand I wish I was more than this Or simply nothing at all I want to fade into the night Float away slowly like this high And instead of returning to humanity I'll let the wind carry me home
Tonight, I'm intoxicated under oak trees, and moon beams, feeling things I've not felt in too long. I have been so out of touch. I've been too much in my head, wishing I were dead, living in agony instead. And so, tonight, I'm intoxicated.
Brown bottles filled with hops It seems to be the only physical evidence left Eleven sit on my bedside table Ten you finished, one I couldn't, and one unopened The smell of you is gone from my clothes Gone from the blanket I hope kept you warm I still feel your hand on my thigh Your deep laugh vibrating against my chest Your hair between my fingers For now the only thing I can hold between my hands Is a beer bottle gone stale But every time I look down at my cold hands I remember how warm they felt holding you