The Pull of Al-Kuhl
I come with the indomitable intent to beguile
Upon your face, I place an ephemeral smile
When I come, I don't stay very long
I have you up early but by the time I leave, I'll have you singing a sad song
Gone! Gone like a thief in the night
Sometimes I make you blackout, but when you return, you notice something's not quite right
Maybe it's the headache, tummy ache, or the fact you're bent and hungover
So you pray. You pray to the porcelain god about things you don't remember
But I remember. Because I am the deceiver they call 'Al-Kuhl.'
The body-eating spirit that beguiles and pulls
I love to pull you to a low vibrational state
In your drunken stupor, your cares and troubles you no longer contemplate
But when reality awakens you to a sober mind
Real eyes see that the pull of Al-Kuhl is dark and unkind
Copyright © Stewart Watkins | Year Posted 2024
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