9 February 2013
Bottle empty, dreams run dry, Pour me another just to pass time by.
Down the poison, done with thinking. Mind is numbing, head is spinning.
Reality resides as i close both my eyes. Open them up again, and gaze into the skies.
What is real, what is not. What is me, well i forgot. Until this bottle's gone, my thoughts remain undone.
Hardly sober, sunken face. Hazard a guess, just a phase. So many differen't ways, just to summon this haze.
Drunk for days.
~Larko
Drunk For Days • Opuss № I