Witches Brew
With your eyes full of hate
As venom drips from your fangs,
Your pores oozing contempt
While anger courses through your veins
A putrid cloud of malevolence
Surrounds your black heart,
While animosity and revenge
Rips your sanity apart
Your mind has been poisoned
And your spirit subverted,
By the slow death of your soul
Which you could have averted
You chose to consume
The evil and hate,
Eating every rancid morsel
Served to you on that plate
Your wash it all down
With that liquid you hold dear,
As you continue to drown
In your own misery and fear
This sickness has destroyed
Everything you held true,
You've traded your life
For that foul devils brew.
Unable to see
Past the darkness and lies,
Even deaf now to hear
Your soul’s pleadings and cries
Unsuccessfully you try
To wash it away,
As you drink from that bottle
Day after day
I pray for your soul
And the torment you face,
But the truth about yourself
Alcohol can never erase.
Copyright © Thomas King | Year Posted 2014
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