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She waits in the darkness, her eyes aglow,
Tail atwitch and every weakness you possess she knows,
Her claws slide out and she pounces from the dark cold,
Holds you down while you bleed and she won't let go,
Once upon a time she was cute and soft, a kitten I raised with hope aloft,
A transcendent purr and a warmth one could never dream of,
Yet as she grew I understood there were two sides to love,
There comes a day when you understand you hold a queen and not a cub,
Royal her race, weave a rope, a noose, from soft and silky lace,
There's not a thing in this wreck of a world that could take the place of her embrace,
Yet in the end it is the end, she'll eat your fucking face.
We walk in driving rain, soaked to the bone and snarling and quite insane,
Cat and mouse with a fifth of whiskey isn't at all a game.
Though if you ask someone who's never played...well...they'll say that you're to blame.
Vice has a price. Do be careful when you fight your spirit's nights.
Find another way or you'll lose more than just the light.
Tail atwitch and every weakness you possess she knows,
Her claws slide out and she pounces from the dark cold,
Holds you down while you bleed and she won't let go,
Once upon a time she was cute and soft, a kitten I raised with hope aloft,
A transcendent purr and a warmth one could never dream of,
Yet as she grew I understood there were two sides to love,
There comes a day when you understand you hold a queen and not a cub,
Royal her race, weave a rope, a noose, from soft and silky lace,
There's not a thing in this wreck of a world that could take the place of her embrace,
Yet in the end it is the end, she'll eat your fucking face.
We walk in driving rain, soaked to the bone and snarling and quite insane,
Cat and mouse with a fifth of whiskey isn't at all a game.
Though if you ask someone who's never played...well...they'll say that you're to blame.
Vice has a price. Do be careful when you fight your spirit's nights.
Find another way or you'll lose more than just the light.
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It's starts with one a night, maybe two. Then maybe you pick up a shot to get things started. All of a sudden, after that it's three or four. Then it's a Forty of St. Ides and a couple of shots, then it's a six pack and a couple, then it's a half pint and several beers. Then you get refined, pints of liquor ultra distilled to evade ill effects, and who knows how many beers.
Then...fifths on the rocks, glass after glass after glass.
I wonder how long it will last. According to my research the next phase is turning yellow and dying, though I have a ways to go yet. I'm still in my early thirties.
If you've watched 'Tiger King' (and you may have) alcoholism is a little like that. You're getting into a confined space with something that can snap and tear you apart before you know what's happening. Being this I sort of understand it. Maybe that's why I dreamed my vice was a lioness. A big cat is a fitting face.
At any rate, for those who may have missed the warning in metaphor: Don't. It's great for a while, maybe a long while, yet I promise you there will come a point of no return, when you can never go back, when sobriety seems gray as a gravestone and an alternate state is the only thing you seem to be living for no matter the damage it does to you or those you care for.
I guess that's it. If you're in my boat, good luck. If you're still thinking of setting sail please think twice.
Thanks for your time.
Then...fifths on the rocks, glass after glass after glass.
I wonder how long it will last. According to my research the next phase is turning yellow and dying, though I have a ways to go yet. I'm still in my early thirties.
If you've watched 'Tiger King' (and you may have) alcoholism is a little like that. You're getting into a confined space with something that can snap and tear you apart before you know what's happening. Being this I sort of understand it. Maybe that's why I dreamed my vice was a lioness. A big cat is a fitting face.
At any rate, for those who may have missed the warning in metaphor: Don't. It's great for a while, maybe a long while, yet I promise you there will come a point of no return, when you can never go back, when sobriety seems gray as a gravestone and an alternate state is the only thing you seem to be living for no matter the damage it does to you or those you care for.
I guess that's it. If you're in my boat, good luck. If you're still thinking of setting sail please think twice.
Thanks for your time.
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