Resilience Is In My Edifice

Here comes the real downside of making decisions on a lack of a moral compass.
Carbamazepine crushed at the ounce of alcohol
Making the mania turn into recklessness
And as the adverse effects turn even worst
Your mind runs at 1,000 miles an hour
Tachycardia and rigor mortis is baseline
Mental thoughts are clouds just passing by
Agency is lost
Tell me again why I’m perfect the way I am
Let me know why I’m still the one with a broken jaw & split brain
How bad does this have to get for me to crawl out of this mess?
I’m pretty sure I’m no where close
But I made a vow I’m never drinking again.
Things won’t be like this anymore.
Not for me, ever again.