more alcohol

[Brownlie]

I quaffed another flaming shot
To still the bullet dance
I grasped at daylight catching heat
That filtered through my hands.

I could not catch a day today
But only hold a sight
Inside my mind. A bloodshot web
Of orbs that drunk the night.

I dreamt upon a formless womb
And felt myself ensnared
I fought my chains with blazing fluids
To burn away despair.

I lashed inside my lonely pit
I hid away from light
I cursed at death's confines
And I renamed the night

I took chaos branding her anew
I bellowed hollow laughs
I danced in empty jocund jigs
And falsely sighed, "alas."

I hollowed out my bottles dry
And felt the fading wet
That drowned all hope away from me
And now I feel regret.