Soul Sacrifice

The loneliness makes bigger the animal that you have inside And then you search for a refuge, a hug to hide. Life is a deceit, an infertile solitude without a hug. The passions increase and strengthen the despair of loneliness. Then you get the bottle in your hands. You sacrifice your soul for a few moments of untrue companionship. The drink makes you see life as you like it to be and not as it exists in reality. The alcohol is not more than madness in a bottle But you sometimes like to feel more alive and crazy than alive and dead. Copyright Constantinos Grigoriadis © All rights reserved