Sunday 27 March 2011

Sunday Morning Confusion

Lights flashing in my head
I felt alive, now I feel dead
Last nights events I can’t remember
As my inferno shrinks to an ember
Just what was said? Whose fist swung first?
Whose room is this in which I'm dying of thirst?
What secrets were spilt in my drunken disregard?
Should I have guilt, or did my conscience keep on guard
Did I behave, I need to know what did I do?
It was a rave, that’s for sure, but who the hell are you?

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