Spirits

Gin My old familiar Friend Where have You been This room is Getting smaller and Its closing in On my darkest Fears Whiskey You’ve all but Left me when we Used to drink together so Frequently Now my thoughts Are drinking Me, simply Feeding off my Self-pity Pinnacle Its been long Since we’ve spent A night alone And this heart Grows cynical Finding it impossible To atone for These slithering Sins Drink I’ve all but Drowned my Sorrows I only Wish I could Borrow your strength Once more As I step out this life And drink once More