Lusting to grasp what is, fulfillment.
Without any desire to escape, thy cruel confines.
Your blood grows thinner, with each insatiable sip.
This is, a poison, a man made addiction,
That replaces common sense, with each desired drip.
Each glass may aid you, but each glass, won't fill you.
It may help you to forget your life,
Now you're saying it helps you live..
Over time, it has become the entirety of who you are.
It appears you are no longer alive, to me.
Your vision is now too blurred to see,
And I, will no longer show you mercy.