1972 - BlackOut Ducky

Blacking out, blood, bathroom stalls

Rolling down, the hole enthralls

What happened here, I cannot tell

Only remnants, bad smells

The darkness swallows, memories gone

Only traces, now withdrawn

Blood stains left, upon the walls

Whispers haunt, the bathroom stalls

I try to walk, but stumble down

Rolling deep, the hole surrounds

My senses dulled, my mind a blur

The abyss, my only lure

Blacking out, in this abyss

A twisted fate, I cannot miss

A dark embrace, that never ends

Where shattered souls, make amends.