Endless days passing by me  
I use Mortal drugs for my escape  
From weed to Coke to acid to even shroom tea  
I dwelled in my sorrow, the end result being rape.  
I fathomed my existence time and time again  
I thought the birth of my child would ensnare my life with purpose  
Yet his mother took him leaving me with no one to tend.  
And my heart shattered that day yet I showed no remorse on the surface.  
Slowly I faded into the rancid pit that was my own  
Burying myself deeper, the days became short as the nights grew long.  
Myself became misguided that there was no way for my sins to atone.  
Disgrace was such a compliment that I crave to hear Hells Angels song.  
This day I now know sobriety  
But by only the means of cleansing my body  
My mind is still just as cluttered as a new age winery  
And my perspective on life is still just as shotty  
Now you may ask yourself, why is it that I still have the urge?  
Why is it that I would not rather go into a field of flowers and frolic?  
No sane being would go back to a life of druging and dealing that surly merge.  
I give you four words "I am an alcoholic"