The rolling riffs accost the sky
As stripes of white begin their cry
Corroding with it’s penetrating sensation
Preventing the hallucination
That you were never meant to find
Camaraderie may have lost its way
Shot glasses
Now determine the success of night
Upside down
And drained of light
Regretting the feeling
As you awake in bed
Memories assaulting lanes
While rhythm insults in waves
Pictures clear from its haze
Yet deep spots remain in fade
