Im drunk again with thought of slight near twilight
Fearing myself with creeping melody
I write this, the blankly soliloquy
A parody of Jekyll and Hyde
I hide behind a fearless stranger
Trapped daily, my inner self is nightly
Im ignorant of my mechanism
Forcing despotism through my own criticism
I open my mouth and shove myself down
Choking on ego, hate, craze
I feel my blaze that craves life
Im drowned in alcohol to burn my absence
I am the fire and liquor is the catalyst
It is I, the myriad of confusion
I'm here for battle
What struggled person shall win?
What chosen absence shall content?
What hateful response shall I resend?
I am here for the shot
Liquor or thought
Which shall twist my plot?
