***** will never fill you up It will only temporarily allow you To forget you are empty But when the poison In your blood runs thin You will be left With a hollow more cavernous and Gaping than before New space eaten from your body, devoured by whiskey Carved by wine No depth of ruby stain On your lips Nor pungent drunk of your breath Nor clumsy twist of your tongue Will cultivate a remedy Liquor does not bring life it exaggerates sorrow So do not drown yourself In an acrid bottle There you will only find More darkness