Do you feel like me tonight?

High on grief and burnt along the edges,
Red eyes and a plastered drunk smile.

Asking strange questions to passersby,
Laughing like a maniac.

The night's still young at three.
When demons crawl out from under your bed,
Into your crazy head, crazier.

Do you feel like me tonight?

Drinking up gasoline,
Licking blood off your pale lips.

You won't feel like me in the morning,

Because,
I'm
Gone.

Long gone.

With the demons show love,
and care; in ways I understand.