Dressed in the dark,
we were vacant and
stupefied; blinded by our
misery, we were
unsobered, plastered with
splendid availability.
Neutrality abandoned,
we opened wide to
emotion and
drank heavily,
forgetting our ill
Willed to stupor,
intoxicated with
a blind blasphemy
on our beliefs,
we sobered and
regretted existence,
knowing that we are failures and
that we are flawlessly
Love me, lover, for
I need to be loved.
Drink with me, drinker,
for I need the
that you afford me.