Drunk...
I think I'm drunk
I'm prancing like an attention seeking klutzI'm vulnerable
So I might get arrested, be a criminalI think I feel the bubbly bubbling in my bloodstream
Turning me into an animal, wanting to screamYour alcoholic scent making my stomach churn
But it's also what I crave and yearnGrinding 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 looseMy vision is getting dark like a tunnel
Things are falling down quickly, spiraling like a funnelI remain to stay drunk until the crack of dawn
When I finally black out, all of my memories are lostWake up in nothing but my skin
I feel dirty, guilty as sinThis is what I get in exchange of being drunk
Should of never been a party girl and turned up
Drunk...
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drowned energy » poetry
Poetrythe story of the fluid insomniac •started ➡ april 28th, 2016 •ended ➡ april 28th, 2018 •highest ranking ➡ #320 in poetry