Manic observation

Verbal excretion,
Words with no weight to them now.
Rise to the surface.
I miss being innocent,
Now i am narcissistic.
 
Two bottles of wine,
Twelve fluid ounces of vodka,
Subconsciously drunk.
You can blame me if you want,
Regardless i feel no shame.
 
How can anyone,
Survive on four hours of sleep?
I must be manic.
I can feel everything.
A problem within my brain.

I am not that bad.
Or maybe i am that bad.
Depends on the day.
On some days i am the sun,
On some days i am the moon.
 
 
*started as haiku,
Finished as tanka*