My shadow's seductive song
steers me into a comatose state,
as a deep slumber or senseless stupor
It starts to gnaw away
at what I thought was real.
leaving a murky thick blur,
like the black rushing wave
of an absolute abyss.
Twisting dark spirals cluster,
as a pulsating pressure
thuds away urgently like a ticking
clock counting down the time
Slowly as I sink,
I embrace its cold peace
that's sweetly sweeps over me.
Eyes close in stupor,
Her keen eyes catch the caper;
Swing from love to sleep!
Look! maudlin sky smiles,
Sun puts stupor behind, live;
Light wins the chess game!
With my head held high,
I jaunt down the avenue.
The heels of my feet unsteady,
“This sailor still has his sea legs!”
I gargle as my body stumbles,
Face bloodied on asphalt and rubble.
Even though my mug is mangled,
My bottle is intact.
And that is what truly matters.
The glass cannot break;
Shred my being to tatters!
Before I part from my everlasting bond
Of neck in hand.
One last swig!
Before I head out to sea.
I may drown…
But there’s no drink in the deep.
How do I stop the ****** voices from talkin.
This emotional roller coaster is a muthafucker.
Bout ready to get off. when's the next stop?
Feeling stuck in a pit bottom
How do I make it to the top?
Who can I talk to without passing the virus
That's eating me internally
Taking away from my being
Being able to smile, being able to provide, to support & encourage
My vision of the positive constantly distorted
It's a plague & it's contagious
You'd take cover if you knew better
But ignorance is the greatest.
How would you know when I've painted on a grin
Not until I open my mouth and escapes the Gin
Off my breath into your face
Then you'll understand a lil better
My mental state
It is not a mirage. This;
it is vital they share the same blue
veins under their pale veil. But they breathe different
airs. To live, is to learn how
to rejoice with paresthesia
causing liquor down your throat
and be in the stupor without feeling
Stupors feel better
and this, this all feels better in sleep.
parasthesia liquor lucid dreams sleep live melancholy stupor mirage feelings
liquor gets me real drunk and warm
in my stomach is whiskey kindle
my chimney throat smokes without fire
and all the burning and pressing
matters leak without heat
— The End —