Obstacle

Stumbling in the dark with a bottle in my hand
My form of salvation
Trying to mask the burning sensation
As the poison washes down my throat
A necessary sacrifice
To regain temporary control
And escape the torment of sobriety

Unwilling to relinquish control
I consume more poison
Further entrenching myself
In a psychological quagmire
And continue the dangerous cycle
Of justifying my actions
Through irrational thought and contradiction

The darkness illuminates the sinister shapes
The poison distorts the danger
Nothing can stop me now
And I'll stand by all this drinking
If it helps me get through these days