I’ll raise a glass to demon drink
Attacker and defender of my spirits
At times it brings a joy and bonhomie
Of kindred lives and shared illusions.
It numbs the passage of the soul
Along the path to Purgatory
It tames life’s realities
It rounds the rougher edges
That scrape our skin and scar our soul.
For oft reality is too much to bear
The glare of unvarnished truth too harsh....
We need escape and drink
Reduces pain and stress
Albeit momentarily.
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