Sobriety, what is that?
A kind of danger, a form of hazard
Ravenous flames that threaten to steal my oxygen
Reality, why is it so sad
A flair of unfairness
And a dip of nausea
Coaxing me to bed
And they whisper hushes of silence
Beneath the tip of my nose
Soothing me back home
A luxury I never seem to possess
Is this reality
Or a temporary opposite of a nightmare
Is this tangible
Or a thought close to a grainy dare
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And the air smelled like the aftermath of a rain
Yet the clouds seemed to have stopped painting the skies grey
Neither was it appearing like soft cotton wool
But crimson that threatened to fall on me anytime soon
Embarrassment piling up on my shoulders
And a holy secret tuned to unholiness
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How many nights more will the sky be filled with yellow dots again
All I see at night
Is a huge canvas of blackness
With cruel streaks of grey
And the rain starts to pour cats and dogs yet again
Nature creating scenes from my heart’s pain
A capricious weather it has
Like my tears and my raging flames
Both die upon meeting each other
Yet it wipes and it flushes all that is sane
And all that is left is nothing
But a sense of hollowness
Creeping up my chest
And tightening my consciousness
Time to travel to the opposite of what is sober
A heaven so temporary
You gotta hold it tight to not disappear
Before it starts slipping off your bloody fingers
Switch on the engine and pour its needed fuel
And before I knew it
I’ve travelled a thousand miles away from what is sober
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