Alcohol is good.
It was pretty.
You smelled good.
And I no longer me.
Mind was gone.
All else was on
But clarity cowers at the feet of reason
And I left you alone.
A rose was lifted.
The alcohol had drifted.
Smell was fading.
And I was coming back.
Devil mind was home.
I nervously shifted.
Rationale went ballistic.
And I quickly stomped the rose.
Dreams are ugly.
Thoughts of a lunatic.
Reality shades on eyes
And I unplug the cord.
Nothing is peace.
Mind was alcohol.
All day, on my shoulders,
I carry a bleeding poison snake.
Feelings should drown
Calculations prove it.
Sense governs all.
And I am a most loyal slave.

All day, on my shoulders,
A bleeding poison snake.