Poem -



Drunk she stumble,
Pressure — she crumble,
Held bottle of sweet infliction,
Fell down the hole of addiction,

Like liquid fire,
It burns — sweetly,
A feeling raw desire,
I — I fall completely,

Relish the feel of being inebriated,
Away from reality — serrated,

Maintain the image,
Of pure privilege,
Behind door no limit,
Take a bottle and finish it,

Swim in million,
Brilliant mind, 
Killed by hand of mine,
I — I fall every time,

I grab another bottle of liquor,
Devour this poison with vigor.

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