Piece of a thought

It's hundred a'clock Or just very late The wodka I drank Disolved the gate You think I'm dead I'm still alive I went for a walk On the edge of a knife In this bright night There's dark daylight The sun and moon Amusing sight Lust is everything People go mad Can't get to it now You want it so bad My eyes are red My ears are closed But still I hear A silent ghost I end my search Won't understand There's no real logic In this land