Drunk.
A blur of ecstasies.
Beating against uneven rhymes,
And savoring blasted delicacies.
Void under grim nights,
Pretending to never sleep,
And emulating the dead dance,
Falling in its deep.
Unfettering dreams like smoke,
Rings of hallucinated desires,
And drowned in idealistic fantasies,
To veracity we were liars!
No pall soiled our soul,
No veil buried our body,
For we had sold our decorum to the world,
Lost in ensue to be gaudy!
Fatigued with passion,
A sacrament vain to the core,
For us God was only a divinity,
Upon which literalists lone lured!
Sometimes we fell off trail,
And life hit us hard,
We cried in the corners of gloom,
Wishing but never willing a new start,
Sometimes the world would swirl,
Pictures would slowly blur,
And there were always people to listen
But no one could betray the slur.
The needle would pierce our skin,
And pain would envelop our hearts,
But it was never more than what we felt –
Within us eternity was dark.
