Baccardi Dreaming

Loneliness, my sin,
My Baccardi absolvent,
High on life and a little opium,
A party for twelve for one.

Blasting my music,
Awaking the neighbors
I dance my ritual and
Eat my frozen frosting.

When did rocks mean ice?
And a twist, mean lime?
Who knows, who cares?
As I drink to myself.

My first sip, It burned,
But now it feels smooth.
As I dance, Still dancing
Through my spinning living room.

Is this what it feels like,
To avoid my emotions?
This wonderful, spiraling,
Moonlight dancing?

A party for twelve for one...
More pathetic than for two
A bottle of Baccardi in hand
This most powerful numbness

The light as bright as
A thousand and one suns
Could be bad or
The best thing for me.

How could life turn into this?
How could I turn into this?
This Baccardi Party is done
As the sickness hits

Spinning in my head
The body still as stone
A glass table in the way
A crack and all is done.

Lying on the floor,
Lost in my fantasy
My dreams of acceptance
My reality, so far away.