by Nick Gisburne
I need a drink, to do the things I do,
To liberate the liar locked inside,
To revel in the violence, to view
The darkness and the danger others hide.
I need a drink, to show you what I see:
A mind without direction, purpose, plan.
Revealing it, the trickery, the me,
I show myself, the face of who I am.
I need a drink, to tell you how I feel,
The terror of a life beyond control.
My eyes are broken, blind to what is real,
Bewildered by the sorrow in my soul.
To live, today, tomorrow, I must drink.
Without it, I am certain I will sink.
