Fridays – Ramblings Of A Fragile Mind

It Might Be Friday, But I’m Not In Love

Music
plays

As
I lie

In
a haze

On
our bed

Without
you

‘….So drink, drink, drink and be ill tonight…’

Morrissey

Drinking again.

Most likely until I’m sick.

You’d have thought,

By now,

That I’d had enough of this.

I want
nothing
more

Than
to be
alone

With a
bottle
of booze

Sitting
in my
own home

With the
lights
down low

Listening to
my favorite
songs

Remembering
my
rights

And
justifying
my wrongs

What was I saying?

What was I..?

Ach, don’t mind me,

I’m drunk.

*Hic*.

Well I
guess
there’s
nothing
else for it

Three hours
left wading
through
this
bullshit

Perhaps I
should
hand in
my notice
and quit

At least
then that
would be
the end
of it