My muse is liquid madness.
Her dark embrace eases sadness.
And in her arms I find
Sweet mania fills my mind.

With poisoned reddish hue,
My words can now flow through.
But each sip brings my risk,
Courting death with every tryst.

I know if I'm not careful,
Her clutching claws will strangle,
My beating heart to mangle,
Exploding death, how awful

Ah muse of mania and stimulant,
To call you, my lifetime lent.