Let's Have Another Drink! Shall We?

I had to smother this lust and aggression,
But I found my enemy was my mode of repression.

Suppressed, depressed I watch them dance around:
Regressing, listening to the music's throbbing sound.

I find myself sitting here in a lonely stupor
Disengaged languishing in this torpor

The sound of pouring: a dreadful mass
But I still won't fail to drain my glass!