Part 2 in a series of 3, plus a series of smaller on this matter |
I awoke only to feel afraid, for not remembering the previous nights thunderous rage. It was time to go but yet i stayed. I am drowning in the waters where i used to wade. Left to go back and fix the mistakes which i made. The debt from the harm i caused was a great wage, which left a tab on my soul that may go unpaid. Was it me or the alcohol that began provoking. I was already gone but took another dosing. Days later i just kept hoping, that things my friends said i did , that they were joking. The hours past through the hour glass but i cant recall the minutes. Time was swept away to fade because i went way past the limit. To lose control of my feet and fall with the wrong turn step or pivot. When my friends left i should have knew it was time for me to finish. Yet i stayed ,in a drunken masquered oblivious that i would exhibit a menace, and unsteadily parade , in the nights seranade demented and deminished. All week i felt alarmed "Besides myself who else have i harmed?" If they took my bottles i'd be disarmed, not knowing that i really fell hard. Leaving things in shambles, shattered in shards. Without an ounce the serpent is barred, but with a sip the snake is charmed. |