The Tempter

at first glance it appears harmless to look upon
 so you take your first sip
 a numbing sensation comes from within
 then gradually you build up the tolerance
 then the second one comes & the third
 next you know your starring at the ceiling
 having a hell bent conversation with yourself
 how did it get this bad how did I get here

 then the tears as you intoxicate yourself with drink
 onto the shots the sport a high appeal
 the numbness sets in your belly
 you fall over on the stool not to cool
 no one helps you in this state no one seems to care
 you feel sorry for yourself & then
 go in for the kill again it's called addiction

 the liar Satan makes awful things look very nice
 but you never know if you get another chance to roll the dice
 it's a crap shoot you know so its where you take it
 hard to fake it when you throw up all over yourself
 the vomit comes out on the door and even more
 you end of peeing in your pants
 not a real good way of starting a romance

 but a first glance the cup looked quite appealing
 now you don't know how to deal in 
 taking bits of your heart that's how the devil was dealing
 but today I found the savior don't need the vice to think twice
 I have lived another day for a chance to roll the dice
 so don't ever fall for the great lie of alcohol
 there's always a way of escape though so stand ten feet tall
Copyright © | Year Posted 2017

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