No soul exists when I drink.
Thoughts of corruption and power flow with the spirit known as alcohol.
I listen to no one with all my might.
I face each day with diluted dreams.
Fear so toxic I tremble upon the rising of the sun.
Hope so dismal darkness is all I see.
An existence so nocturnal I long for a better way.
My life, my bottle we are one in the same.
Pictures on the wall tell a different story.
A story so far away from where I am now.
I have lost my home, I have lost my soul.
