Come now to the last Stages of Intoxication.
Not pretty. Must be told.
To expiate my experience.
Stage Four – Comatose
Toxed to the max.
Poor heart beats frantic.
Excruciating pain pounds the head.
Laying down just bring everything up.
Vomit – a hideous blessing.
Dry heaves – ain’t nothing left to lose.
Reality spins – a Tilt a Whirl ride.
Flat on a cold stone floor – trying to keep falling off.
Shame; nameless, unrelenting, devastating.
Blankness – like a zipper on a body bag – runs from feet to face.
Stage Five – Oblivion
Sleep without dream.
Dead to the World.
Tomorrow is another day.
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