I forgot the fucking words

Booze is flowing,
No need to worry nothing's prepared because I'm just putting a show in,
I did practise a little something though,
Just in case - would be rude.

Off the cocktails onto the wine,
Tap on the shoulder asking me if I'd like to perform some talking rhyme,
A little peer pressure applied,
I think you should.

Go on,

Go on,

Go OONN

....Ok

Next thing you know its my turn,
My turn,
for a turn,
Which in turn,
Will make my cheeks burn
Under the drunken concern of the room
Dubious and ready to spurn
The rap I failed to learn,
Time out please, let's adjourn.

But now the mic's in my hand,
Taken off the stand,
Make it look like I can MC, man.

And I can't
But in my head I can,
And it's all coming out of me now,
Rhyme after rhyme,
Coming out in time,
So slick! So confident!
And their feeling it!

But wait,
There it is off in the distance,
Coming closer with every word that rolls off my tongue,
The hole in the page,
The ghost carriage on the unstoppable train,
The inescapable blackness,
the...

shit.

I forgot the fucking words.

Void Fillers

Inside doesn't quite cut it,
There's no stimulation to be found,
Tired limbs bring good memories,
But memories fade and blur,
Colour, light, noise, music, drugs,
Ingredients for a good time,
I need fun.

Restlessness is settling in,
The need 'to do' is constantly there.
Places, activities feel far away,
The past is of course unreachable,
The future uncertain,
I want to be around people,
I need company.

The touch of skin on skin,
Lips together, eyes closed,
Comfortable, beautiful silences,
Fingers entwined,
The sun breaking through,
Noises outside distant and muted,
I need love.