Alcohol
Sickly and tired
I stare with desperate eyes
A creature not human
With one thing on his mind
A toxic feast consumation
A thirst never quenched
All promises broken
In my alcoholic stench
The lies become truths
The truths become lies
I know not the difference
They hear not my cries
Momentum will carry me
Deep into my grave
For the man in this mirror
It's just too late to be saved