Drunk by noon

I drank today, by noon, I sank
Into the swoon, of sloth…
I thanked today, that I
Was not, consumed, by thoughts
Of goth….
And yet, the dark, it creeps…
Within, these eyes, still weep…
Yet dry, they stay, while high,
hiding…
Riding, the tide of hide….
Crying, just won’t abide…
Flying, I cannot be,
Realizing… I cannot free…
Me….I can’t show im human
And the world must not see…..
For them to know, would be
Inhuman, I’m dooming and, looming
I screw and, I do and, I knew but did nothing,
And so I, take suffering, in place of
What could be,
Pure honesty,
But honestly, it’s too hard to, be judged,
When everyone, has misjudged, that which is,
So obvious, but gets budged by, oblivious,
So I drink, till I shrink, into the, tomb that I, can call mine
That you cant, see I’m all, set and you’ll, be
None of, the wiser, just as my, meiser is, disgraced and
Erased, under the, visor of, that witch
Eradicates and, fornicates the
Seeds of, fate and
So I, drink till I, slink
Into the, couch of I
Cannot think…