Whiskey

I drink I drink, and away goes the pain
I drink in only psychotic refrain
My glass, like my soul, becomes empty and empty again
I scurry through life as an unwilling servant
A reservoir of alcohol, a slave to the serpent
Please free me from my deadly ritual
As the drinking of your intoxicating fluid becomes instantly habitual

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