They say drunken words are sober thoughts.

So could my intoxication decipher your flame,

For which I've become a moth?

The rustling of the unsaid chaos amidst a flooding will,

And the bubbling urge to risk it all for the thrill.

The subtle throbbing in my chest

Hides crumbling castles of deep regrets.

To and fro, the hazy gush of a breeze,

A simple touch causes my naive mind to freeze.

A map leading to the steps of destiny's waltz,

Crawling a step forward, just to be forced to the start.

Mingling, twinkling, chirping – silly birds of my heart,

Can you understand anything I’d said from the start?

Fear and paranoia fled away with my sanity,

Tumbling on every step, seeking your scrutiny.

As if I’d grown wings, the wind changed its way,

Rumbling on strings, the melody of a senseless song.

Am I on clouds? Was my coffee too strong?

I remember it burning my throat during its fall,

Or was it the pyre of held-back calls?

I’m suddenly too wobbly to fly.

Oh wait, I wasn't walking. What I was supposed to do?

Oh my!

Crashing into the beige walls of my room,

Wondering if your darkness would be cool.

Was I compelled to forget a vampire's bite?

I feel like I’m transitioning, my feelings amplified—

And of course, the urge to suck your blood

While I sit back near the hood.

Time feels like slippery sand,

Drifting lazily past leisure’s band.

My peace was awake yet caged behind bars,

But I cut myself some slack, awaiting the alignment of our stars.

God forbid the ache that follows,

Washing away the fog from my eyes is

The truth I begin to swallow.

As my heart contracts, shifting the flow of red,

It creeps toward my ears and cheeks, as my memory is fed.

Ghosts from the past come knocking on my door,

Mocking the neglect served me at the shore.

Wishing the ground would swallow me whole,

Because how could those words sneak from my core?

No, my heinous self cannot afford this sin.

Hatred and disgust, every curse, is in my will.

There's no way I can hope for a downhill.

And yet, the sparkle in my eyes burns like the dead stars who shine.

My muscles are fatigued, as nausea replaces the bleak.

False pride was overthrown, as the ugly side peeked.

Hairs were tangled like the lines on my hand.

Clothes were dishevelled; it seemed fate had an errand.

An uncanny void sprang over my flesh.

It dug holes deep down, and these scars, they were fresh.

My wounds came back to life, and I shed tears I couldn't hide.

There I was, on my knees again; at least now luck was on my side.

I wouldn't wish to forget it, like a pernicious vision.

If I could be reborn, I would like to be chosen.

Or if I could hit restart, maybe my heart would be in line.

After all, the pebbles I threw in this life built a sacred shrine.

I take an oath to never sin again,

Learn to swim to avoid drowning in eyes.

Walk a mile to not fall for that smile.

A corner where all the feelings of this dove

Become so sour, almost free from the drunkenness of love.