The Life After Your First Drink Poem by Not Long Left

the life after your first.....

pale white hands, shaking in rhymthic despair,
sweating whiskey droplets from erupting pores,
bellyfull of long lost nights, bruised arms, bruised
ego from to many pathetic drunken fights.

pacing around a civil war ravaged like room,
licking lips finding faint sweet scentes of last nights,
liquid evils,
biting dirty nails, pulling at chip fat greasy hair.
swaying to and forth like an old rocking chair.

never did you think, when downing your first drink,
your life would change from then,
came about from a teenage innocent act,
now you sit with the devil in his den.

piss stained and fuzzy brained,
god how life has changed,
from a young fruitfull energetic child
to a dirty shabby pale flabby,
red faced and wild-
vicitm of all things gone wrong,
drinking on the sinking ship of woe,
will you see through the day and reach tommorow,
sipping or swigging endless sorrow