My mind won't leave me alone
with its endless requests,
asking me for more, more,
more of this.
Silently, I am crowning
myself the queen with
lack of self control.
I lift the bottle up
just to see how much
damage has already been
done, solely by me.
I'm resisting the urge
and fighting the voice
but it takes everything
that's  inside of me just to
make the choice.
So I give in to the cause
and feed my head,
give up because I'm weak,
and take another swig.