Elated

I hate being sober
Who the fuck wants to be sober?

I would rather mix a cocktail of artificial happiness
Than sit another second longer in complete sobriety
Watching the sun slowly fade and the world turn over
Wondering how much has truly slipped me by

Pick up the bottle again, sipping it long and slow
Turn up my Seether CD and let my spirit float away
While it hangs itself on the nearest tree limb
Allowing the vultures to pick at what’s left

Working it’s magic, numbing every nerve
Blurring my sight and blocking my memories
Instant courage ensues and lets me face my fears
While my heart bleeds more words onto paper

Her words keep me alive as I read every line
Such a close connection, separated by so many miles
Yet she knocks me down like that very first bong hit
Buzzing on the high of her poetic beauty

It is a lethal yet welcoming concoction
The only time I can truly be happy alone
When I truly unwind and let me be myself
Escaping reality for a temporary euphoria

Just looking for any excuse to be happy again