I walked into a the local bar
With the simple intention
Of forgetting the past
And all of its shortcomings

My glass full of foregn toxins
That flood my body with warmth
As I inhale its contents

We do it because we have to
For the sake of existance
But not actually living

Because when the bottom of the bottle
Is all we have left to hope for
At the end of the night
We become numb
And succub to the Insanity