Hangover Poem by Mateo Pedro Videla

Sunshine on my face,
the taste of lastnight´s soul.
Angels beside me,
one physically fallen.
Damned six hours ago.
Maybe a lifetime ago or so
but she´s no soldier,
if anything
a weapon.
So i try to think
my brain is in my way.
i try to see
but i block my view
of the heaven i long for,
the one i can´t remember,
the one i know i deserve.
But i´m a rebel
i only win when i lose.
So let me burn -
fucking drag me through hell.