If only he could stop

he clutches on to the last sip, begs the world for one more drink

the demons thrive and come alive making it impossible to sleep

he walks the earth on forbidden pathways, digs through garbage, hopes and ashtrays

if only they knew what its like to be alone, no hand to hold in a world so cold

fueled by drunken rage and passion, his anger burns as he walks through ashes

the sounds of distant ticking clocks paves the way for his wicked thoughts

if only he could stop,

his addiction is the only challenge at hand, everyday he struggles for the balance to stand.

he fights for his freedom but more cursed he becomes

his fear is target practice and his egos the gun

suicidal thoughts flood his mind till hes numb

he clings on to the very last sip of his rum

if only he could stop.

his fear of rejection makes for twisted roads that he wanders

hes lonely and has made friends with all of his monsters

their shadows fall like midnight stars

hes blacked out but still sees all of his scars

restricted love for the hate that was given

a one track mind with double vision

the rush of the liquid has become so potent

if only he could stop before the liquor store closes