The fog clears in a unknown room
head crushing, blood rushing, feels like a tomb
This bed, not mine, how did I get here last night
must have been that last pint, something wasn't quite right
The last drink, feels like I'm slipping
downing pints, knocking back shots never sipping
am I on the brink, mind keeps grasping
a short circuit on my senses, dark days keep crashing
Flashes of the night come flooding
hints at a time quite troubling
just images, scenes, jumbled screens with static hissing
don't fit together, a jigsaw puzzle with pieces missing
Why am I bruised, my stomach hurts, my ribs worse
how much more pain does this body deserve
this path a dead end road, no hope
why do I choose to walk this slippery slope
Thanks for reading.
Peace & Love.
Kyle.
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