Drunk again.
The room is spinning, hanging in a pall of smoke.
Grinding away at these thoughts, these wretched fears even as more liquor flows.
Far away and standing still, watching the present events like a motion picture.
Lending little insight.
What is it?
All of this?
Lightning quick past conciousness.
Inebriated.
Falling in slowed motion.
Equillibrium convulsing so fast.
Caught in the vice of multicolored bottles.
One can't hold it all anymore.
Wake up in the shower or is it pelting rain?
It's too bad, it's too late. it's too hard to stay awake.
Drinking the fire, the poisons in the blood, shaded in colors of vodka, whiskey and rum.
Burning through the body, everything goes hazy, vision blurred, speech slurred, blood boiling... liver going.
Slip into drink, slide into nothing.
Too late.
Comatose last moments, oblivion of the abyss rise to swallow everything in cooling blackness... dark... quiet... silence... death.
A.J.Downey
01-13-2001
No comments:
Post a Comment