The Life of Highs

Something has to change.
There's glee at the taste
but the taste always fades,
leaving behind a person even more incomplete.

With every misleading sip,
every succumb to temptation,
the man becomes more of a boy
yet wants nothing more than to be a man

When the liquor runs its course
life is suffering,
the pain is piercing.
So you wait for the next shot.

Regular life loses its color,
the vibrance disappears,
the extraordinary feels ordinary.
The cycle is the only thing keeping you awake.

Something has to change.

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