Drunk

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Drunk...
I think I'm drunk
I'm prancing like an attention seeking klutz

I'm vulnerable
So I might get arrested, be a criminal

I think I feel the bubbly bubbling in my bloodstream
Turning me into an animal, wanting to scream

Your alcoholic scent making my stomach churn
But it's also what I crave and yearn

Grinding on dance floors
Alcohol is my excuse, what's yours?

I'm feeling the whole bottle of booze
Causing me to act uncivilized and get loose

My vision is getting dark like a tunnel
Things are falling down quickly, spiraling like a funnel

I remain to stay drunk until the crack of dawn
When I finally black out, all of my memories are lost

Wake up in nothing but my skin
I feel dirty, guilty as sin

This is what I get in exchange of being drunk
Should of never been a party girl and turned up
Drunk...

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