Tempus Fugit

Sunday, July 11, 2010

Countless swigs of vodka left me numb,
Clouding all thoughts and reason I followed.
The very reason and the very thought that lead me to vodka,
And here I am lost with the sneering circle I created.
With bloodshot eyes and a now cruel mouth
I dissected Life the way butchers kill grass grazers.
Murderous,guiltless and yet surprisingly with tears.
The reason for the tears, I do not know.
Then, I vomit, my body undergoing a vodka induced catharsis.
I let it all out-the pain,regrets,frustrations and fears.
And God help me that I don't eat back what I puked.

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