My memory's are thick like molasses as I drown in melancholy,
Sickened and surrounded by reasons to be sorry,
People don't understand a reason to drink,
But my god how blissful it is not to think.
My thoughts are toxic and torturous to the point of terror and ache,
I push my paramount and persist against avoiding a break,
I am holding to reserve pain for another day,
How these thick and terrible thoughts won't simply go away.