Random Thoughts🌙

Beckoning drinks

"Come to me," the cool bottle whispered
Even a man so strong would run to her call;
She abused him till he left disheveled,
He used her to avoid a greater fall.

She lulled him to an empty sleep
But made waking up a painful hell.
He knew of his pain buried deep
But he ignored it for this temporary spell.

A vicious cycle of love and hate,
Him needing short lived relief
Her being his option over better fate,
Choosing to feel such grief.

She was torturous and poisonous
He was hurting and desperate
His thirst was ravenous
Her power to numb helped lift some weight.

Alcohol was his drug,
She had claimed yet another night.
His head throbbed, eardrums rung
While she continued to drain away his fight.