The drink it subdues
The daemons and sadness
The misery of life
Its easy to become caught
Within its holding claw
To drown in it completely
Become stone washed
A nothingness of self
And bound to it all
It is easier to drink away
Than to face the day
The challenges and hardship
To hide and forget
Is a sip and a gulp away
The drink it brings
Sometimes not all
A reaper in the bottle
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