Life-Support

Pale liquor turns to sobs,

Drowning in memories.

Inescapable, suffocating,

Still grasping for air.

 

Life force depleting,

With each and every sip.

Cold glass met with a grimace,

And no hope for return.

Slipping to unconsciousness,

Sinking to despair.

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