Self-induced comas

Hazy memories of the night before

Where, "Only one more drink"

Meant many several more

Still life

It paints the scene of alcohol and the sharpest guillotine

One truth, one way

You hurt every day

Seems sad, so clear

A change is needed here

So it's time to face the fear

Of dealing with myself

And all these foolish games

That keep life incomplete

But as you walk on by

You never say goodbye

It leaves the bitter taste

Of feeling obsolete

Recovery, responsibilities seems easier in dreams

The path chosen to take makes you weak in the knees

Resist the private hell

Of the habit's cruel carousel

That keeps spinning round and round

Where it stops, no one can tell

Fall prey to all the tricks

By charlatans and heretics

That try to drag you to the past

Where the demons still exist

Self medicate the catatonic state

From lifting one more glass

But clarity may never help this sickness pass