The alcohol that burns your throat,
Enters your bloodstream,
Blurring your vision,
Through this intoxicating process you gather courage,
Courage to do something absurd,
Something wild, something crazy, something exhilarating,
Something that stirs your inner self,
That is mostly hidden, forgotten or neglected.
Through this intoxicating process you become wreckless,
You target the weak because you, yourself are weak,
You do things that releases your stress and worry,
You inflict pain to the reflection staring back at you,
You inflict pain to those loved, to strangers; it need not matter.
Through this intoxicating process you speak the unspeakable truth,
Emotions you’ve hidden you whisper to the other,
Accidentally revealing secrets that were only mean’t for you,
The love you and hate yous,
The fuck me and fuck yous.
The most brutal honesty – clouded judgement.