Drunk

My writing is getting worse.

When your mind keeps you from slumber...
Drunken eyes are
Easily seduced by lazy thoughts..
Such a tickling tease,
what a devious smirk,
Obilvious to the sobriety that is my life,
Yet in all its falsehood waltzes you to the edge.
Leaving you to cuddle a cliff
to be taunted by day
Yet, we still fight bitterly against the night.
But Know in all her fear,
kisses you with sweet dreams
Confident that she..
Will be the only, to leep with you off that lonely ledge.

Day 4 no sleep im freaking tired