Oh rough beast that looks back at me from my reflection at the bottom of the bottle before me. How I loathe to look at you and what you have become. I see a fraction of what you once were as I now feel you judging me. Howl at me with a scornful laugh if you like, but you are just the truth of who I am. So I will sit here for a moment with this empty glass staring at my reflection in a half empty bottle and decide if I will yield to temptation in order to avoid my own reality, or perhaps now that I have seen the unvarnished truth of what I have become or will become, I will pick myself up and stumble back to reality as I deal with my own guilt and shame.