The Enemy Pours into My Mouth

My world leans on me
I sag with the world around it
As seems to droop
Using alcohol as a torchlight
Procession marching down my throat

What is less helpful as a way out of difficulty?
It fastens and perpetuates my trouble
Which occasioned it,
And increases evil of the situation.

At all costs, then, I ought to reduce the sway of my mood
I scout it within myself and others
And never show its tolerance.

Happiness is yet to be found
When this world around mixes misery sounds

The attitude of unhappiness is not only painful
Its mean and ugly
What can be more base and unworthy than the mumping mood

My drunkenness is a temporary suicide
Drinking into nothing but voluntary madness
Living in my world desiring sobriety
This alcoholism is scandalous
Taking me out of society
Then out of the world I live in

The sway of alcohol lies over me
Due to its power to stimulate the mystical faculties
One drink to many
A thousand is never enough

The enemy pours into my mouth
Steels my brain
Transforms myself into a beast

Bottomless pit such influence to terrorizing
Allowing my thirst to think
Never filling that psychological gap
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