Babalaas

Now I'm seeing stars and nothing can quench my thirst. I glow with the shadows on my face, all the muscle aches. Does the pain ever really go away? Am I meant to be wise with age? Always making the same old mistakes, the regret seeps in. I can't free myself from the guilt within, wondering why have I done this again? I see the fire in my eyes when I look into the mirror, the clouds of smoke in the room full of empty bottles, the mess I have to clean up. The sun lingers on wallflowers, the bells that peel. Every wasted hour is a reminder of what I could have been, what I could've done, the sights I wish I had seen, when I was in bed recovering from the night before. Tired, but I have no time to sleep. I always have to go before the morning rises, before the phone rings, before I realise you're living in my mind, thinking about the days when everything was alright.