The struggle with disease |
Dancing with the Devil I sit here staring at this bottle and begin to think What is with you and why do I continue to drink Just another look at your bottom as the last drink I took All the way down into the fiery pits of hell, I fell, into your pit Staring at you in amazement in the way you sit I faced a lot of addictions, battled, and won Now I can’t seem to shake you, you weigh a ton Such a heavy burden to lift, another one of the devils gifts The next morning distorted, I attempt to sift Through the memories you gave to me It’s a coma that I must get through and see That the devil has taken control again Filled me with a battle of rage and sins Wanting to know why it is I continue to dance As I look, I have been given another glance Deep inside you and I still can’t divide you From the top of the bottle I start All the way to the bottom like a blinded dart Sinking fast now like a misguided missile Sorting through blurred memories with out a stencil Out of control, no where to go This is my last chance to show, so much for the after glow NO one there to tell me when to stop, just the last drop There is nothing like this dance with the devil It just leaves me standing alone, on another level This bloody war with addiction This is a real condition I can’t stop drinking, no matter what the conviction. |