Rite

As the morning washes away the night The little trickle of light wrinkles my delight My drained body stuck in the rhythm of the night Doing my ritual zombie walk with full pride Staggering in the presence of the sun and men Wearing my hangover like a helmet My head stills then spins only Spiraling out of control Only my demons can hold me Embrace me and lead me Their embrace swallows the woes of life My vain reality is this ritual Warped in cheap beer and smoke To musk the pleasure am addicted to The pain I have slain,bottle after bottle On the altar of youth each day A seductive allure I cannot abstain For I am stuck in the rhythm of the night Moving to the rhythm of my heart Pumping it's fuel through my veins For this insatiable body Destined to return to the source 16/08/2019 Eight Word Challenge Emile Pinet