I feel the warmth in my chest and I know I am alive.
Im dead almost 24 hours a day.
My thirst is unimaginable.
My nector is also my drug.
My lungs take it in greedily while my liver cries tears of acid.
It's killing me.
I think’
I down another bottle.
I live in the sweet warmth of my ambrosia.
Diving in the lake of fire.
It burns my insides and my throat.
I down another bottle.
My money is dry as so is my supple.
I do a strange dance for my addiction to be sated.
As the dollar's fall the liquid flows.
The faster the merrier the cheaper I feel until i'm worth no more.
I take a breath for the first time in my life.
I scream for help i'm drowning, i'm drowning
No one helps No one cares
Finally I stop breathing I stop struggling.
I drown
Drinking is an addiction and a drug. It can **** you and it can seem like an ambrosia. Its warmth is alluring and deadly.