First a tear,
then a drink.
Laughter rules the night.
For a spell all is well.
Right becomes terribly wrong.
Self-destruction becomes the norm.
Remorse is a state of mind.
Nights turn into years.
Hope retreats
and doom is a constant shadow.
Drinking dominates both day and night.
Peace and joy do not exist
and denial is now in charge.
Recovery is the only road out of hell.
