Like my cereal
When I keep it in the milk for too long.
I thrive on it
Five hour, six hour shots,
And a full throttle for the ride.
There is thunder in my heart,
And beating outside my window panes.
The pain that I am forced to endure
Is making me transform like the hulk
And I’m turning green too.
Sleep apnea, sleep apnea
Is that what it is
That is keeping me so tired that I am forced
To consume so much energy at one time?
Time to head to the sleep clinic
Time to unwind
And drink some more perhaps?
No.
I have to wean myself off of it,
Slowly.
One shot down the esophagus,
One shot at a time.
The rush of it is blowing through my mind

Like the wind I am so afraid of.
And hell yeah,
I’m afraid of it.
The tables are turning
And the couch too.
My chair is on wheels
And even though it’s not spinning, right now
It’s turning too.
I have reached the divide between sleepiness
And the more awake
What is at stake is my sanity.
My nose bled all morning
From the cats cry for attention,
Then I downed the drink.
Two potent mixtures
That cost me thirty dollars a week.
Breathe, just breathe
Take a breath mint to help,
With the nasty taste of it in
My mouth.
One shot,
Two shots,
Three.
Could kill just about, anybody.