It itches, It burns, It gets under my skin and courses through my veins.
It bubbles in my stomach, Pierces my organs, Infects my brain, Pushes me to the floor in the fetal position and leaves me for dead.
It makes my heart race, My chest ache, My eyes cry out until they bleed.
The bottle's label says "medicine" I foolishly believe it. I take another sip.
It all begins again, right where we left off before.
And then I finish off the bottle with a smile.