Pain and its retreat is something we all look for, don’t we?
drunks tell no lies
but when they’re sober
they tell no truths
but it’s more like
real communication’s anesthesia
needs to be shared
person to person
with heads clear
otherwise, the path down liquid lane makes
direction is lost
and the urge
what needs to be said
just adds up to a larger tab
life shining clear,
can almost taste it.
But it’s just out of reach.
Down again, gave in again
to the temptations of my sins.
Every so often I regret it.
Shame, guilt, anger, sickness, hunger for death.
It’s all I seem to know anymore.
The bruises of the bottle stain
my life a shade of dingy
and gray in this bright world.
Can I escape it?
I would like to
just get out
Drink up, have fun, enjoy! Woohoo!
But where’s the life when the party is killing you?
The music’s loud, the friends are funnier, and the strangers even friendlier.
A false sense of bliss down the path of minds blown and bodies wasted.
Life is grand!
Til the next day.
Bold plans spawned, confidence bolstered, unstoppable!
Reality check – the greatness is slowly wasting away inside.