Second Villanelle

Everyday I wake up wondering.
When does my life begin its course?
A summer fling without a ring.

My face reveals a panoptic cringe.
My attempts out of bed are simply forced.
Everyday I wake up wondering.

The hangover follows a never-ending binge.
A present vibe of absent remorse.
A summer fling without a ring.

Insert this looming syringe.
My vocals seem so tense and hoarse.
Everyday I wake up wondering.

My muscles have begun to sing
A tune so violent, a teasing source.
Everyday I wake up wondering,
A summer fling without a ring.