- Succumbing To Love -
Wednesday, eleven twenty nine - PM
Notice the numbers and mutter “I can see them”
Amazed at the lack of alcohol in my system
But this first in a month can be over in an instant
Sitting, staring at the pretty bottle hole
Staying sober for the night is the goal
Whether in sight or still a maybe or might
Those posts are getting to be kind of tight
Working the next day no longer matters
Even with a hangover I’m an up to par batter
Another glass, starting fast to become senseless
Corner of my paper burnt around the edges
White turning to off, the nicotine stained stages
This is becoming reminiscent of all my other pages
Everything is blurred and full of spelling mistakes
To fix it the method is another shot intake
The booze is becoming incessant, all’s alcohol induced
Couple more bottles and the spins will ensue
At that time my sheets and pillow will start calling
I’ll be there eventually, unless on my way I start falling
Like a new relationship she wants me every night
Sometimes I don’t show, so there is a fight
And eventually she’ll stop leaving on the lights
Drunk and stumbling around in the dark
It’ll be a while before the bottle and I depart
I’ve got friends and family all worrying
I promise them I’m fine, assuringly
“I’m not addicted, I haven’t become a victim yet”
Then I turn, hurrying outside for a cigarette