Cyclical Drama

Man, I miss vodka.

I miss the weary nights of a drunken haze
with the heavy scent of cheap vodka
and spoiled oranges
Somehow Rock N' Roll was different
I never felt more alive than when
I was ready to burst out of my skin

N' I was hanging by a thread
each shot of clear depression
only centered my mind
I was numb but I was somehow alive
because I accepted the futility of my life

Now guilt hangs over me like a dead angel
because someone wants my emotions
rather than me gouging them out
But I don't need anyone's affections
I just need to be told that
tomorrow could end like any other day

N' I was hanging by a thread
each shot of clear depression
is what I lack now
That anger turned to doubt and now
I have nothing but the guise to fake every f*****g day

And the past was meant to be so beautiful
nobody told me otherwise

Reviews

[Marie]

"And the past was meant to be so beautiful
nobody told me otherwise "

This last couple of verses haunts me because it makes me think how we always think of the past as a better time when we had less worries, or better yet, more innocence... and sometimes past turns into this shade of memories you want to leave behind somehow.

[Red & Blue]

What a closer! The past should be kept in the past though.

[s y e]

Ha, did you just write a poem for Vodka? I know, go and marry it that way you'll never have to leave it's side. ;-P

nice one.

~ Noodle.

[Fréyjä Helv..]

"And the past was meant to be so beautiful
nobody told me otherwise"

This left me with so much to ponder.

[JayJayBlue]

Great work :)
I'm guessing it's an ode to the lost potential and possibilities that youth held for many disenfranchised young people