My Melancoly Halo Poem by Absinthe Friend

I drink to fade my melancholy halo,
my excuse for being bad.
I drink to seek an ailment
to shelter me with mad,
I drink for every reason
but don't admit the one that's real,
my drinking is my weakness,
my crutch for how I feel.

I drink to heal the wounds of love
scarred by emotion's blades
I drink to feel the rush of joy
that affection, does pervade.
I drink to hide myself away
to melt into the dark
my drinking is my demon curse
the Devil's evil mark.

So raise your glass and drink with me
to sorry discontent,
raise a glass and drink with me
to the Prince of decadent.
Raise a glass and drink with me
to unrequited love
raise a glass and drink with me
or mock me from above.

Each glass is a step to the end of the road
each glass of this liquor I choose
each glass is a sentence of death on my lips
each glass is a match to the fuse.
I drink to fade my melancholy halo
my excuse for being bad.
I drink to forget what might have been
with the love, I never had.