The seventh circle

It's just another morning after whatever happened
And i say "whatever" cause yesterday is blackened

It all feels wrong from the first breath of dead air
I don't know what to do so i just stand and stare

I realize i slept the night naked on the floor
The image starts spinning more and more

I start looking for my head but the ache found it first
As i get up off the floor i'm overwhelmed by thirst

All i know is that when i'll remember what i did
I'll sure start to feel sorry and my remorse will bleed