The Mourning

What is What is What the fuck is Stabbing my eyes and splitting my head? Spinning my stomach and lifting my bed? Phone? Wallet? Check. This light, this daylight I spent all night celebrating Is penetrating my sanctuary. I shouldn't be able to hear it but here it is, far too loud. Water please, I need coffee, something to eat. Ew. Sleep, sleep, sleep I'll tell myself, as if it will help. I won't sleep another wink, I'm convinced My head is on the brink Of becoming two distinct pieces. Shit, never again. Yeah, like that'll happen.