Ghostly Observance

I see myself from high above,
A ghostly, incorporeal apparition,
Unable to touch, only observe,
Where my physical body's slumped over
The toilet with my head below the rim,
Throwing up bits of pizza and shame. 

I drank too much too fast,
Five shots of vodka in rapid successions,
Where I was fine, tipsy,
Head bobbing like a metronome,
Speech check deactivated,
Having a time of my life.

Five minutes later, everything became black,
And I was floating in the air,
Separated from my external shell,
Trying to fly back to the corpse,
But a sort of barrier prevented me. 

Uncontrollable, unbearable,
I look on in horror with anxious eyes,
"Get up! Stop it! Stop embarrassing yourself!
You need to get better right now!"

But he couldn't listen to me,
Making a mess in the water,
Convulsive contractions in his throat
As his mouth expels green liquid,
My friend consoling him behind,
Asking if he's okay to stand,
Ready to call the ambulance if needed,
 And I refused; he non-compliant. 

But a short while later,
The shield began deteriorating,
And I could seize my armor,
Looking through the lens of my eyes,
And being able to subdue myself,
The out-of-body experience finished,
Ready for the night to finally end,
And sleep for work in the morning.