The Intoxicated Me


Darkness calls me in its hollow,
There’s neither pain nor any sorrow,
My sub-conscious is so entwined,
Like a body without a mind.

In times of loneliness and strife,
It shows the lighter side of life.
Takes the spirit to such a high,
Like a bird in a cloudless sky.

The distant lights they beckon me,
Inebriated in their caress I be.
In tri-state darkness is a friend,
Truly its the only friend.

Showing me visions that light cant see,
The enervated mind set free.
How, oh how did I despise,
The feeling that was called reprise.

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