The the whiskey bottle is empty, and my mind races like formula 1 race cars, The feeling of darkness takes over like a cloud over the dreadful sky during this scary day in time, Its hard to believe i cause fear among the people in my life that care the most, When i look back at the decisions ive made i have more regrets than i have hope, I cant move on because the demon of addiction is on my back like a monkey, and it dosent go away unless i take a drink, and suddenly i black out into carelessness and everthing becomes fine in the turn of a dime im the still my own worst enemy on this road to forgetting the contract i signed with addiction, the devils best petition, but now im delusional in this hell while im also on a mission, And sobriety is the goal of my life, and my head needs surgery cause the screws are loose and im depressed with a bottle of whiskey laying down hopeless in my own kitchen,