The Inescaple Sobriety

Drinking is my portal to ecstasy, my escapade out of dejection.
Today I am drunk on soberness, my melancholia dilutes my thoughts clarity.

Bound within this vile state.
I drink, and I drink, and I drink.
But I can not escape. Stuck in this night, where evil sober images impose my aching mind.

I drink again, I drink with abhorrence.
I detest This mother fucking soberness.  
Stuck with this feeling of disdain.

I have fallen deep within this abdominal pit of gloom.
Warmth burns my timid nerves.
I feel it pillaging my innards. They plea for mercy.
Mercy shall not be granted.

Let's look into the eyes of this twat. This this nefarious twat called life.
I drink. I see it.
Life, in all it's glory. The same mother fucker that puts us all through the same  shit. Puts us through reality.
I fall.
I hit the ground.
I fall.
I see it.
Not life.
I lay my gaze upon her. I lay my gaze upon the beautifully cold bitch known as love.
I now lie here in a passionate misery. I stare her eyes full of cruel emotion.
The longer I look at her the longer I get to know her.
Now love introduces me.
Introduces me to her.
She is perfection,
she takes the place of love.  
Now I fall again.
Fall to places I do not know.
Where I will land I can not
predict.
I fall in a state of tranquility, despair, and joy.

I am drunk.
I must be.
No sober soul would put itself through this shit.
No sober soul would put itself through this shit and be happy.
Be elated.

I  stumble.
All that guides me is my sober heart.
The heart that I desperately wish to let slip into the coma of synthetic contentedness that shields me.

No matter how intoxicated I get, my heart stays sober, leaving me to the perplexing feeling of ecstatic dolefulness.

Now it's time for me to go.
Leaving the elation behind.
However the dolefulness persists.

I come across life again.
This time in the form of numbing despair.

This is love.