Pupils dilated,
your head is fixated,
as your eyes echo the spin of the wheel.
With hunger and greed
you watch vodka bleed,
and pulse,
like the rhythm of your soul.
Fire touches your lips,
and seeps to your stomach.
Yet your face
remains stony and calm.
You yearn to forget,
but you're just hurting more,
so whilst I'm here you'll
feel no new harm
