One more sip*

The drunken nights never
stop. The bottle never ends.
Morning sun begins to rise,
drinking then begins.

One after another, a binge
drinker you are. you realize
you kill your inside wasting
away at the bar.

You sink deeper and deeper
into depression you go. Knowing
that this party you start, you will
keep drinking, so.. you keep
drinking

One last sip never ends your
pain, one more bottle brings
it all blurry again.

Reality becomes sober after
a few hours of your sleep. Your
life seems to be messed over;
for you and life just meet.

* RATE, COMMENT.
ALCOHOLIC PARENTS STINK
*NOT SO GREAT.