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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…
Copyright ©
Trey Evans
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