He is like poison.
He invades a sweet drink.
He soothes and sustains,
Yet he destroys.
I knew not to answer
When he whispered my name,
But temptation became too strong,
And I...too weak.
He spoke promises of tomorrow
And sweet hope for today.
I knew he would lead,
So I followed.
I fought back my fears
And swallowed my pride.
Once again I took a drink--
A drink of deadly wine.
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