Liquid Destruction

He reeks of a brewery and breezes in on a hesitation Only calling in the twilight, full of vigor and stumbling words. He wants my children! They hear his calls and race away with pockets of hope. You see, he made promises, dozens of empty, meaningless syllables. But he doesn’t live for himself anymore. His life is devoted to a demon in a bottle. Years spent in cells can’t Sway his determination to let the demon consume him. Confusion and pain are the mainstay of the innocents who love him. Amber clouds of confrontation keep redemption 12 steps away and makes death an easy way out.