Drifting

Drifting under I feel the weight of my deep dark thoughts as they pull me under. I sit alone in the dark whiskey my only friend and the dripping of my rusty soul as the life leaks out. I am alive. After so long I am alive her embrace her smile she awoke me and now I am alive. What is this familiar feeling? Am I happy? It feels euphoric! Memories of her makes the whiskey burn a little stronger with each sip. Drifting under I feel the weight of my deep dark thoughts pull me under I sit alone in the dark whiskey my only friend and the dripping of my rusty soul as the life leaks out.