The Inebriation Zone

4 in the morning Curled into a state of deep repression Torn between pleasant nightmares and bitter dreams My hands reaching for a body that’s no longer there My fingers finding the liquid of intoxication The kiss from the rim of the glass Sends the sweet venom to my brain Hallucinations become real beings Lust becomes tangled with love Affections I assumed were long gone crawl back into me The romances from the past rush into hindsight Punishing myself for preventable mistakes Doubts plunge my heart into dismay The venom in my body takes its effect Gifting me with incapacity after incapacity My sense of self slowly crawls into a corner As the shell of a shattered man walks Searching for purpose… Finding his own wreckless abandon…