MistahT
03-20-09 [Fri], 03:47 PM
As I stare into the Abyss
I ask: "What is this?"
That I see, before me, as my pupils dilate
I need to hydrate
Look around for any reference
That could be a clue as to my present position, the smell is penetrant
I see a lot of empty bottles, liquor spilt on the floor
A breeze of air brushes my hair, someone left open the door
So I walk out, into the building's hallway
Everything is empty, I wish I could remember anything from last day
What time is it? I look at the clock, it's 8 a.m.
When did I get here? And where is this place I am in?
I try to leave, but the front door is locked
Whoever lives here must have left, locked the door and forgot
That I was here, but I don't blame them, even I forgot where I am
So I open a window in an attempt to scram
Climb out, the sun is blinding my eyes
I trip, almost fall down, gravity caught me by surprise
I look around, is this a familiar place?
Grazing the horizon for a kin building or face
I see none, so I walk out on the street
Moving ever so slowly as I have not yet regained control over my feet
I need water, up ahead is a small street vendor
I search my pockets for my wallet, Shit, last night I must have been a big spender
So I purchase a bottle, hoping it will replenish some energy
Instead my insides toss and turn, making me vomit aforementioned water all over the street
My head is aching, vision is blurry, hands are shaking
Why did I leave? I feel terrible, godforsaken
I fight my way to the corner of the street
Hail a taxi passing by, and get into the back seat
Tell the driver my address, trying to keep myself together
Take consolation in the fact that at least it is nice weather
Pay him the fare, can't be arsed to count the money
Stumble towards the front door, shit, why must it be so sunny?
Walk in, damn, my place is a mess
Throw the clothes off my bed, i need to take some rest
Pass out, as I awake, things are not the way I'd expect them to be
Fuck this, looks like in the end it was all just a dream
So where am I? No clue, I've never been here before
Its kind of chilly, someone must have left open the door
My face is wet, is it blood? Nah, it appears to be yesterdays dinner
How much did I have to drink? I get up... is my stomach aching? No, it's just my liver
I feel like shit, stumble towards the hallway
Having the strangest deja vu, trying to remember what I did yesterday
The place is empty, I approach the front door
It's locked, but there's a note lying on the floor
It says: "Sorry I had to leave, we brought you here when you passed out last night"
"Hope you're alright, you got into..." what apparently was "...quite a fight"
It was signed only with the initials L.B.
Strange, I know no-one like that, who could it be?
It read "P.S.: Look under the doormat for the key"
Found it, opened the door, now for some water, get a Taxi, and sleep
I ask: "What is this?"
That I see, before me, as my pupils dilate
I need to hydrate
Look around for any reference
That could be a clue as to my present position, the smell is penetrant
I see a lot of empty bottles, liquor spilt on the floor
A breeze of air brushes my hair, someone left open the door
So I walk out, into the building's hallway
Everything is empty, I wish I could remember anything from last day
What time is it? I look at the clock, it's 8 a.m.
When did I get here? And where is this place I am in?
I try to leave, but the front door is locked
Whoever lives here must have left, locked the door and forgot
That I was here, but I don't blame them, even I forgot where I am
So I open a window in an attempt to scram
Climb out, the sun is blinding my eyes
I trip, almost fall down, gravity caught me by surprise
I look around, is this a familiar place?
Grazing the horizon for a kin building or face
I see none, so I walk out on the street
Moving ever so slowly as I have not yet regained control over my feet
I need water, up ahead is a small street vendor
I search my pockets for my wallet, Shit, last night I must have been a big spender
So I purchase a bottle, hoping it will replenish some energy
Instead my insides toss and turn, making me vomit aforementioned water all over the street
My head is aching, vision is blurry, hands are shaking
Why did I leave? I feel terrible, godforsaken
I fight my way to the corner of the street
Hail a taxi passing by, and get into the back seat
Tell the driver my address, trying to keep myself together
Take consolation in the fact that at least it is nice weather
Pay him the fare, can't be arsed to count the money
Stumble towards the front door, shit, why must it be so sunny?
Walk in, damn, my place is a mess
Throw the clothes off my bed, i need to take some rest
Pass out, as I awake, things are not the way I'd expect them to be
Fuck this, looks like in the end it was all just a dream
So where am I? No clue, I've never been here before
Its kind of chilly, someone must have left open the door
My face is wet, is it blood? Nah, it appears to be yesterdays dinner
How much did I have to drink? I get up... is my stomach aching? No, it's just my liver
I feel like shit, stumble towards the hallway
Having the strangest deja vu, trying to remember what I did yesterday
The place is empty, I approach the front door
It's locked, but there's a note lying on the floor
It says: "Sorry I had to leave, we brought you here when you passed out last night"
"Hope you're alright, you got into..." what apparently was "...quite a fight"
It was signed only with the initials L.B.
Strange, I know no-one like that, who could it be?
It read "P.S.: Look under the doormat for the key"
Found it, opened the door, now for some water, get a Taxi, and sleep