Apollo

TONIGHT IT’S SHOWTIME !!!
After working all week, the only thing on my mind are my fans awaiting my arrival.
The last performance was one for the books,
This time I gotta up the ante.
Put on my fresh linens that I’m going to ruin,
Reassured my arrival to unsaved contacts,
Even sold my soul to afford my bender.
The night goes as follows;
Take a toast to every distant memory,
Take a shot to the nights I can’t recall and the ones I remember regretfully,
Take a glass to revert the pain to my kidneys,
Finish a bottle when you and these vices get the best of me.
I take my break at the peak of the festivities.
There’s a conference in the bathroom mirror I must attend.
I argue with the figure ridiculing me.
That familiar face hates seeing what I’ve become.
“You don’t have to do this.”
Continuously begging me to stop.
The cries turn to shrieks as I leave the bathroom.
But once I’m back to the show, it’s like I never left.
We carry on through the damage,
The elixir is an illusion that masks our realities.
As I end the night in a pool of my intake,
Cameras flash with approval that I again was successful.
The legend of social media memories.
Feeling empty as those bottles as if it’s twin telepathy,
The only thing on my mind is:
“Same time next week.”