Your breath was invaded by beer.
***** was its companion and friend.
When I look at you I feel fear.
Wondering when it would all end.

You were fallen face-first out on the street.
Removed from the consciousness of the earth.
If you and alcohol fought, you suffered defeat.
Every day you suffer more loss of self worth.

I grab you by the ankles and drag you home.
But you are heavy, so it is a burden.
Now we are back at the house, and you and I are alone.
On the outside I am happy, but my heart is hurting.

You slowly turn over, and start to snore.
I wonder how you could be asleep through it all.
I cannot keep on doing this anymore.
Alcohol may be your friend now, but it would be your downfall.