It's Too Early To Be Drunk

I sit here alone listening
To the rush of an ocean's wave
To the buzz of a fly's wing
I sit here alone looking
As the wilting flowers wilt
As the fading songs sing
Laughter surrounds me
But inside it's sadness
“I sit here with company
And yet I feel so alone.”
–
Blood pools on the tiled floor
I look down, I grow weak
My vision blurs, I can not see
Is it my blood?
I can't tell for sure
I stare at my tainted hands
These tainted hands, caught red handed
Looking up I catch sight a demon

“Look what you've done,
You wretched child.
Look at what you've become.”
Whispers start to fill my head
All accusing me of things
I had never said
Dropping to my knees
to the growing pool of blood
I slam my fist and shout to him
“Shut up. Shut up. Enough's enough.
I have sinned as much as you have loved.”

I raise my hands, covered in blood
Covered in sins, sins that I
Have committed; sins I've denied
Sins... that we all have tried.
–
I wake up from the awful dream
Wondering if it was reality
“It felt so real, that can't be right”
I pinched myself in the midst of night
Pain, a usual friend, comes to visit
I step out of bed, looking around
I look into the mirror now
Covered in blood?
Yes I am.
Covered in whose blood?
The blood...of ones I loved.
–
“Preposterous,” Pete shouts
“Such a fable of a tale,
Don't pull this shit with me.
Let me remind you, Hae
It's too early to be drunk.”
“Yes,” I nod with my glass at hand
“It's too early to be sober.”