Controlled damage

6 am it’s damage control
The night will be a hit, is it yet

I have had liquid enough
It’s filled my head
I do not want more
Dark and light mix into one
Flashing neons strobe and probe
She comes to me serene fairy
Leaves like a dream
She caught me in her whorl
She had the hands of a lover
I need no other

Was she real? Did she exist?
She looked familiar like someone I knew

I look around, it is my room
Tangled hair ; yesterday’s flight
From behind it’s yet a familiar sight
Then I breathe, alcohol has been on centre stage
Punctuated latex tells me of the morning daze
What needed to be done

Must have been a good night
As the song promised ;
Then she turns
But she is not whom I know
I am not whom I know