this can be the bottle

this can be the fix

this can be a flower

this can be a fist

the nicotine, the thc
opiates or amphetamines

a lonely night
staggering drunk

keeping hopes high
with no such luck

but it's fate
it's fear
of reality
escape from
mortality

a reminder of
unpleansantries

reviving those
long dead to me

it can be
whatever you need

but be wary of
what that may bring

even with head held
high valiantly

no one admires you
while you're drowning