Alcohol

Sliding, again
On the slippery slope,
Where inclination never ends,
Until hell is reached,
As there is no turning back,
Because I have an empty hand,
Where there is no mounted grip,
But on a bottle,
That the whole way down, I
Chase the bottoms up.
 
Psychotomimetic, rigid,
My heart's in peaks and valleys,
When I wake up
As I want more,
Like shaking hands with betrayal,
In my frozen, remote wilderness,
Where warmth by the fire
Is only if you stand too close,
And get burned with  
A flame for the urn.
 
Inebriated, intoxicated,
Shrouded spirit,
Where sake amasses indulgence
Of a deep darkness,
With a slurring rhythm,
As forgotten dedication, devotion
Blacks out
For blank answers to
The broken promises
I must face tomorrow.
 
Without any again,
excitatory anxiety
Echoes suffering in my chest,
As if frantic desperation affects the
Balance of truth and lies,
And the double entendre,
That's one-sided, where I don't give,
But only get,
With the next drink,
In dual masochistic inanity.
 
Spun to the ground,
Dirt, gravel,
Ripped jeans, as I stumble to
Get up, with dry hands,
Shaking, begging
Strangers for a fate
That has no end, but
In a sealed casket,
And laid to rest in
Despair.
 
From the realist grave
In my tongue
There is a silhouette that's
Missing a soul,
Where a dragon proudly jests,
And clad in armor is the
(K)night to finally overcome when I'm
In a courtyard of blindness that's
Too far from the temple
In a serpentine spell.
 
Reason, justification excuses the
Bipolar, addictive personality,
Never sheds the skin until
It's too late, and
Too soon, so
Use precaution, as
Lust tempts you to
Go far away,
With covetous eyes
Chasing forbidden fruit.