Hazy Days

Walking in the land of nights

Spending sleep in costly days

Muffled memories of other times

Something hidden in the blaze

Wondering where the next one was

Halfway through the looking glass

As the fear of hunger cried aloud

A need that will not pass

In a minute and we’ll move along

Before we go just one more drink

Though nothing changed as if it could

For they'd lost the will to think

That’s how it was for those guys 

Who suffered from intense desire 

Diseased with needs within themselves 

They walked their world on lines of fire

I wrote this after hearing that my brother had died alone and undiscovered for days. He was an alcoholic who never got help. Moreover, that although he made it very clear that he didn't want help, I suppose we didn't try hard enough.