As the bottle licks his lips,
A spiteful demon leans in,
Enjoying his deceitful kiss,
Sucking on its bloody sin,


Passing on guilt and mirth,
Sprouting in his very soul,
Conceiving this new birth,
And taking over in control,


When restraint has failed,
Luster takes hold of heart,
In a beaten ship he sailed,
Drowning at the very start,


Sorrows begging please,
He forces in deep breaths,
Loving this new disease,
Throwing out all that's left,


For in his cold blue hands,
Lies his best to make yet,
Clinging by silver bands,
Hangs the reason for regret