At night

I am alone with my thoughts

Pondering endlessly

Wandering endlessly

Afraid of the darkness that consumes me

Another empty can,

Another sip from that hell-bent beverage

Every drop, a blessing,

Every teardrop, a curse,

Every blood drop, a relief

Another can in the bin,

Along with my joy, my smile,

And the light that shone from my eyes,

The words etched on my heart,

Scars formed by my mistakes

A bottle in my hand,

The wretched liquid burns my throat,

It warms my lonely soul

I'm enveloped in it's warm, welcoming arms

It clears my mind, I'm no longer alone.

I rise, my dead spirit clings to the bliss

The pain has gone down the sewer

My prayers have gone to the wind

It's just me, in the vast stillness of the night.