Lonely souls

Addiction

I grab drink

To avoid my fears

Of a story where I sink

Within my own aching tears

Yet, I drown my soul

In poison sold

Before desperately trying

To convince myself I am dying

I do acknowledge my issue

I grasp then not a tissue

But an endless rope

Reached  before I soke

In the depth's of my despair

In the midst of my prayers

And as I drink to forget

I become closer to death

A tiring wish to stop

A desperate desire to get caught

Before this addiction

Reaches it's sentence

I try to refrain

but am too far from sane

Here I stand

Trying to find a sense

Of freedom, of purpose 

Without this wrecked circus

Of guilt and shame 

and agony of pain

Before I am destined a slave 

Before I arrive to my grave