Anticlimactic victory
inspires me to get up in the morning,
empty, void a force habit in your eyes
Thrown frustration rest into the endless dance of quenching
Vodka and my body embraces the liquor impact.
Swept up in the moment cascading down in prophecy through the night
too terribly lost, haunts me not but
bleeds frustration.
All dreams come true
Including the nightmares
call me a liar
Again I get up in the morning and.....