The sideways light always knocks me awake,
The hangover.
Since I’ve been broke,
I miss it,
It’s the subtle hell
Reminding you something is beautiful in death
And torture
No beer is ever better then when it takes away the ache
Like an x-girlfriend
They both wake me up
Attacking my head
Eventually both blow away
I just have to start drinking again
But then I’ll be alone, for you won’t have any of that.
And in that self torture I still dream of you,
Hoping you’re there in the morning,
Instead of my bottles reflecting light,
Splitting me like the sun
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem