The false, empty aspects of a party life...leading to a life of addiction.

Had an all night party
But now I’m dry,
Dry as the desert,
Blue as the sky.
I cannot find it in me
To move ahead
You’d have to dig me up
And raise the dead.
 
Scattered like the sands
Falling freely from my hands
Bones so old and dry
Desert so far and high.
 
Where are all those people
Who used me up?
Now I’m longing for a drink
Don’t even have a cup.
Just a little water,
Dip your finger, cool my tongue
Parched like a sea of death
And its gallons fill my lungs.
 
Scattered like the sands
Falling freely from my hands
Bones so old and dry
Desert so far and high.


Submitted: September 24, 2010

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