7 Year Itch

Every now and then
Craziest thoughts cross
Rationality at a loss
For just one more dip
In the cesspool of decadence
But it won't be just once
Twice...and escape scot free
Soon...
Every day obsessed with getting loaded
Mouth salivating as the beast
Yearns to be fed
With one goal deceiving the truth
Get juiced on vermouth
Beer, scotch, vodka and wine
Doesn't matter how expensive or cheap
I'll be feeling fine
Inevitably...
Delivering chaos rather then freedom
Last seven years up in smoke
Sworn enemies making me choke
On my vows of morality where blackouts
Make serenity seem like a tasteless joke
Then...
I open my eyes
Discombobulated
The rudest nightmare
A scary trip frightfully real
So, I'll have to pass on the insanity
That some call decadence
Clean and sober
I need to stay that way
I can't scratch the seven year itch
I'm not immune from the disease
That has no cure
For the beast is waiting patiently
I'm safe for one more day.

P-Aug 31, 2007.

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Eploscik

Good job! Im glad it was only a dream. Keep up your good work! You are so worth it!
Linda

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