Circle the Drain, Part 1

Cold, hard facts
Like claws my feelings retract
A demon was born
A habit was formed
Insane, I circle the drain

I said yes, never no
Now six feet below
A grave of my own making
Never enough
Ever so rough
The shake, shake, shaking

A drink to cheer
A shot to cry
One more beer
Just to feel alive
Round I go, I circle the drain

Whiskey breath
Slow death
Cannot feel a thing. What pain?
The fun is over
Like a cold shoulder
Hot tears circle the drain

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This poem was inspired by real-life alcohol addiction and substance abuse.