Good. It's Early.

7 am in the morning, sober was me.
Blogging this very minute, I just can't sleep.
My mind is aching, with alcohol and all,
I want to take a quicker; the choice's not my pick.


Had my supper with a few good friends,
up to 5 am, a time well spent.
My purpose in life, I don't understand,
alcohol and fags; I don't want them.


Now I'm sleepy, sleepy is me.
Wanting to sleep and dream, but it's not up to me.
Gone were my dreams, together with myself,
I won't count my days, for they are mean.


I turned on my air-con, I hug my bloster.
Thoughts rummaged within me, like a roller coaster.
Brothers are forever, certain people are not,
I shall sleep now, because useless are those thoughts.