sunrise a sleepless night the house still at last and my stomach grows tight as it remembers events come to pass hungover my eyes hang heavy and yet, moreover i cannot succumb mind heavy and limbs numb a weight forcing my head to pillow soft promises so hollow as i am forbidden to truly rest my intoxicated proclamation of my overbearing mortality cherry coloured wine still runs through my veins and sour fruits remain on my tongue familiar tastes, a familiar face a familiar night none of us as young as we were when we began nothing ever as poetic as i made it out to be and although tragedy has befallen me and lack evidence on the contrary i'm sure the night was as beautiful as it could have been and the company fit perfectly