THE GIRL WITH THE BOOZE II

sleep, deprived
Stomach, starved
The girl with the booze
Her hair of golden locks
She is undergoing a state of metamorphosis
With whimsical ideas 
That fly like flees
Into A fleece
Of mistakes
Tired
And drenched from all

Shadows of faces
Move through the phases
Of her life's races
The girl with the booze
Lives to hear the snooze
That tingles her ears with expectancy
She is a larva
No doubt
Undergoing a state of metamorphosis
She is a mixed drink of blues and grey

Very soon...
Soon..
She is gonna regain consciousness