Euphoria

I'm here bordering almost oneiric in a state of somnolence in an invisible fire wearing the personification of a hellish realm obsessive and compulsive in the unknown... I turn the hourglass counting grains of sand to validate my existence pondering am I a victim alone and depressed tonight... Are you as lonely as I am, perhaps? do you wear the narcissistic smile in the shape of the crescent moon? Que tal, La Luna I whisper to the night in disintegration "Your sleepy lullaby has failed me tonight" just as the opiates that fall from your eyes in steams of gleaming silver dreams... Euphoria fades with shallow thoughts in glass silhouettes of burning embers making a pile of ashes so unique no insane arsonist could have imagined... Comes the dawn to end this paralysis leaving me wondering am I just a marionette that even opiates or Xanax cannot cure... On the corner of my night table empty bottles mock me...