The Attic

I slept in my clothes
My sanity in its death throes
I throw back some whiskey
Makes me feel frisky
Cuts back the static
Demolishes the walls of this goddamn attic
So silent I can hear my heart beating 
My lucidity is thankfully fleeting
I dive into a world unseen
Not dreams nor reality, but something in between
Up here time has no meaning
The sun is no longer gleaming 
Darkness clouds my mind
But I am free and unconfined
My issues scattered on the floor
Nothing less, nothing more