Sometimes,
I feel I should drink my problems away
Heartbreaks
Losses
and many more to name
Warm liquid going down my throat
My lies are responsible if I choke
Screaming in my pillow
Troubling the next door widow
I am drowning in my sorrow
won't remember a thing tomorrow
I sit alone in this cemetery
With the Old monk and his friend Johnnie
In a void,
I let out a shout
I love this maze
Not long from now
I'll be a nameless grave
I sound so plaintive
yet I refuse to admit
that intoxicated me is so much better
In this situation
reality doesn't even matter
Written from an alcoholic's perspective FYI I am not an alcoholic nor I know any.