I Love It When I'm Drunk

I love it when I'm drunk because I cannot feel the world.
The way it predates me, its spiral of determinated hatred for me.
Yes, and when I'm drunk I feel a certain sense of longing,
like a loathing for some history or a piece of mystic misty for me.

I love to feel nobody like the days I've always lived in.
Gives a certain sense of freedom, to attain the stated hatred for man.

I love it when I'm drunk because I only know me when I do it.
And only then in many ways it pays to think of many men.
And think again of all the rest that I am not (I'm not the best).
I want a girl so badly but I sadly cannot feel the world.
Please save my head from madness please.
(but no-one hears these written tears)

I love it when I cannot feel the inner trust of dry humanity.
I love the nothing biting in me, touch my dry humanity.
I repremand my hearts demand for any sense of company.
I love my love and mysery, it's almost like a tradgedy.

I'm almost all a tradgedy.
I'm shades of thin humanity.
alone with my depravity
and heaviness,
and gravity,
and age, emotion, cavity.
I love to wallow in my hollow.
I'm nothing
Only alcohol.

© Mark Sheeky. Permission is required for reproduction.