Drunken eyes glare at the mirror
Resenting the distorted image
Hating the devastation of emotions
Living the nightmare that you bleed
Sirens blare to the sound of destruction
All too familiar is a world so bitter
Sleep is a galaxy only known to the sober
A world that I wished I existed in
But drunken eyes seem to glare at me
Washing my being with paranoia and hate
Forever wanting to belong to dreams
Wishing this sad existence of life was a delusion
Never again wanting to look into these drunken eyes
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Jesus, if you feel this way after a few drinks...never smoke pot! LOL.