When I drink
faded images appear,
silent, moving, attractive
filtered visions.
When I drink
that settled need,
gnawing reality
quiet departs
leaving little love.
When I drink,
you certainly cannot
know me the way,
I know I'm sick.
When I drink,
the fog I seek
envelops my soul,
blurs drawn energy
settles incessant.
When I drink
I will destroy
all that I love,
all that we believe
that new image of me.
When I drink,
I'll falter often,
while asking solace,
you'll hate me again.
When I drink ... I will die
Feb 24, 2015
Feb 24, 2015 at 9:42 PM UTC
When I drink
faded images appear,
silent, moving, attractive
filtered visions.
When I drink
that settled need,
gnawing reality
quiet departs
leaving little love.
When I drink,
you certainly cannot
know me the way,
I know I'm sick.
When I drink,
the fog I seek
envelops my soul,
blurs drawn energy
settles incessant.
When I drink
I will destroy
all that I love,
all that we believe
that new image of me.
When I drink,
I'll falter often,
while asking solace,
you'll hate me again.
When I drink ... I will die
on being an alcoholic and life
