Zinfandel smothers her face now red like the liquid she consumes            
Yesterday creates a fond memory as her
Xenophobic restraints keep her concealed from the
Wilderness of concrete jungles that hold terror, reflecting upon the
Vines of her life that once desired to flourish are now
Useless and forever in thrones of isolation
Tasting courage, she attained strength from the bottle
Savoring every drop while reality taunted with a titter
Reinventing Eve she is now one with the snake
Quivering against scales of skin that her sin lives in
Promises whispered in her ear, there's plans to be made
Otherwise the lies of others eyes would surely make her sad
Nothing the snake could say would be wrong to ringing ears
Mischievous, there is only masking of raw emotion
Longing for luxury leaning towards a fix she finds her sway
Killing the lights of what is good along the way
Jezebel swell of demons deep in her mind
Hopelessness no longer her enemy she rides on dragons with puffed pride
Gluttony itches her enemy she may run, never hide
Falsity drips destiny from a candle burning from both ends
Eluding simplicity of sobriety, she's the devil's best friend
Demons defile her mind as days grow deserted and dark
Courage creates confusion, purity doesn't sustain a spark
Bound by the bottle suffused with chemical chaos
As she falls on a sword when faced with mortality