I can smell it from miles away, drawn to it like a shark to blood.
My mind empties as I hold the bottle,
My lips touch the glass as the world disappears.
I cannot do it anymore,
Everything begins to fog as the poison trickles down my throat.
The girl I was walks out of the bar and the worst version of myself stays planted on the stool.
My soul empties with the bottle and I become just a body
My life darkens before my eyes
Why suffer when I can feel nothing
The body I have become tries to fight back, I quiet it with more poison
I’m going to die this way
A sobering thought quieted by still more poison
There is no hope waiting at the bottom of the bottle.