Bloodshot from SuperStarSmith by Superstar Smith

Sunlight hits my bleeding eyes, it's all unclear. Yellow fingers touching red-black lips. How did I get here?
Still got my shoes on and I reckon my breath could kill a horse, indeed it smells like there's dead animals around here. I'm on the floor but it's a wonder that I got home, this has to be the worst hangover of this year.
Faint visions of foolishness plague my memory. My insides have rot and my head throbs incessantly.
Nervous energy and it can't be spent no matter what I do - I'm destined for a morning in a guilty anxious fog. There's only one answer, eyeing half-drunk bottles on the floor - they're calling me to taste the hair of the dog.

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