Ink on paper...

I look up and the sky is turning blue.
The night dissipated, in between the gin, and the speak.
I think I talked for hours, maybe to myself, maybe not

It is getting lighter but I know I am safe
The ones I trust are back, they are with me
Even if just for a while I can smile, and I can dance

I am inside, and inside I remain
Playing, and dancing is a game I am skilled at
Yet the outside is but a field, inside I remain

I look around and it is light, the night is gone
I am alone and my drink is not gin but vodka
I am filled with shame, and fear, yet eager to continue

The night is gone, the hours have been spoken for
And yet I still think of ink on paper
Endless...