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.
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