I don't want to drink,
I don't want to wake up with demons crashing in my skull.
Mouth tasting like Black Death from torched tabacco.
Muscles feel like mud and I can barely raise my hand to wipe the **** out of my eyes.
I wonder how the **** I ended up in this all to familiar place, but here I am.
Not again, never again.
I don't want these devil thoughts in my mind.
Dragging me down to wear you feel like a proper *******.
Stay away, let the sun come warm these bones.
Let the trees and grass heal this broken spirit.
But wait, one drink.
Ok just one.