Spinning

My body led by the drink in my head

I'm floating, off the ground

Ground coming towards me now

Falling

"Ha ha," the drink seems to say

"You fell for me again. Ha ha."

The floor isn't stable either

Rocking

Stirring

Like a fish in a soup pot

Slowly coming to boil

Cooked by a slow monster

When will it end?

"It ends when you stop falling."