Wake again with cannibalistic angst,
body covered in bruises and vomit.
Decide not to check if you’ve shat your pants,
instead you write a distracting sonnet.
Addiction reveals that Satan exists
and alcohol can truly depict him.
You’ve no desire to escape this abyss,
Stockholm syndrome and you are the victim.
It corrupts with Machiavellian ease,
the dominance is truly demonic.
Orchestrates ‘sober’ into the disease,
and gin into the only true tonic.
Sink further into his dark enthralment,
your suicide paid through fixed instalment.

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