Atomic Sauce

Sometimes it's atomic life with saucy moments,
And sometimes saucy life with atomic elements.
But, do i care, whether mine is wretched or bliss,
All i love is solitary world, marked by territorial piss.

As that truly amazing sound of pouring vodka, hits my ear,
I hang on to all the good things, miles away from fear.
With drums, guitar, bass and smoke, i sit alone galloping in dark,
And reciprocating world of happy memories, act as momentary spark.

In freckled frenzy as i cease to think,
Staring into void; probably, I forgot to blink.
Lunatic smile engraved, protuberantly on face,
I feel dazed and blurred, dwelling in euphoriatic place.

It never last and i know it never will,
Blotching & fading away, like ink in old quill.
Yet i have learned not to fear with lot less to care,
Cause it's just senile life; using gas to douse the flare.

And out of rage, relish and all the love and hate,
Served neatly, all i see is; insanity in my plate.
Staring emptiness; eyes sparkling with glint and gloss,
Once again, i feel triumphantly insane, dripping in atomic sauce...