I feel conscious
But I’m not really
I feel sick
I want to throw up

My hands are loose
I’m writing this without a worry
I feel free
I feel no strain of a noose

No feelings
No emotions now
Just my glass of whiskey
And my words
I’m finally free

Swaying to the music,
I don’t know what I’m going through
I’m drunk, but I’m not
I’m dying
Rotting away from myself

I’m losing touch
I’m drunk
What’s happening to me?