<><><>Just because Tarinn's poetry reeks so deeply of depression, I'll
make a funny.<><><>

<>Drunken<>

My vision is cloudy.
Lost thoughts surround me.
Everything is so surreal,
And slightly etherreal.

So much sound,
My brain pounds,
A beat in my head.
I hope this doesn't end with me being dead.

I'm falling down now.
My head hits the floor with an audible 'pow'.
Everything fades into black,
I don't think I will be coming back.

<><>Part two-Hangover<><>

I pull my eyelids apart,
and the darkness departs.
This damned light is blinding.
It feels like bricks are grinding,

My head.
My only wish is to go back to bed.

Then I look next to me,
and see a very lovely she.
But I very well don't know her!
And so I leave, to continue my life as an almost noble sir.
<><>Fin<><>
Criticism is ALWAYS wanted.

Penned by my hand on the 23rd of Slyphian, in the year 214 MA.