The temptation is wrought inside like shine
From cavern’s darkness, shadow’s frozen cold
In modern day. Now dancing dark on walls:
The whiskey, brandy, bloody cheery wine.
The phantom alcohol then takes ahold,
A whisper after whisper, glass stands tall
Persuading coins from pockets: take it all!
Addiction pressured, truth in lies foretold.
The hands are shaking, will is conquered coarse.
The molded minds grip men, men grip mental mold;
The eyes return to shadows, drinks to dine.
A drunkard’s food, a body’s Hellish force,
The bubbling brew, your reason like a wooden horse.
The mirror shimmers; “Eyes I see aren’t mine.”

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