The right never seemed right
For I was never sober;
I swaggered on in my life in splurge,
I was in fifth gear!
The pomp and the splendor
Was actually pandemonium:-
But little did I understand,
Inebriated, I was self-damned
Boozing my way to the morning again
Red and black tarnishing my eyes,
The alcohol sucked my life’s breath
More than I could ever surmise!
And I thought I was celebrating life
Dismissing the hurt and the pain with glee
As I drank to my ignorance
Bathed in my sordid moral apathy!
The ethanolic smog grasped my soul!
Being giddy gave me solace!
Drenched in vile intoxication
I was the ignominy on the face of grace!
And that was the moment I collapsed
I was cold and the world was quiet.
A sated heart or a disgusted subconscious
Or both of them engrossed in a fight-
Immaterial, as the malevolent alcohol
Fulfilled its destiny, accomplished its role:-
I had already drank my way to false glory
No more was in store for the savaged soul!