A Quiet Reflection while drinking gasoline: A POEM

We were drinking gasoline,
Slowly stirring in our memories,
Half past never,
Flying to the moon,
Stuck there in the pool,
Drinking in the scents of life,
Love,
The same past misery.

We were living as we were dying,
Left somewhere in space,
A dying of that soft life,
A mirror a reflection of our lies,
Into that madness,
We screamed,
And we died,
An abyss,
Into that madness we dived.

A holy moment,
There in the pale moonlight,
God was a bottle of Jack,
And our church was that moment,
Staring up into the stars,
There, floating on our backs,
A beautiful moment,
Lost in time.

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