Shellshocked
Same song playing on repeat
Smells of stale unwashed defeat
Clocks and watches thrown away
What’s the hour, what’s the day
Raincheck on the texts and chores
Can’t do much down on the floor
Silence calls, ignore alarms
Untouched skin means lack of harm
Insults scrawled out on the page
Too far gone to hope to engage
Way too lost to be productive
Might as well be self destructive
Dusty photos, broken glass
Smell of gin, hidden flasks
Choking, choking, I can’t breathe
Helplessness caked to my teeth
Eyes can’t seem to focus or see
Intoxicated absentee
Edibles and masturbation
Emptiness and laceration
Cement tied to my feet, can’t run
Can’t remember warmth of sun
Can’t remember who’s to blame
Can barely remember my name
Flashing cobalt tv screens
Melatonin, Dramamine
Couldn’t find me if you tried
Having much too good a time
