One Dozen. No More, No Less

I guess somethings weren't meant to be. The evidence is so overwhelming, I fear I am naïve for believing otherwise. My only flaw was not lying, for a fake is more redeemable than a failure. I was not anticipating this acrimonious taste of defeat. Chewing on wormwood would only make this feeling mellifluous. I have serious doubts of myself. I don't think I am just being critical or caustic. I admit to the world at large that I am flawed in more ways than one. If this is the epiphany I reach tonight next to my alky, so be it. Bring delirium to me fast so that I may sleep the night away peacefully. These dreams seem so vivid, and yet, even they don't take me away from the lingering pain that festers in daily routine.