I feel the coldness of the glass,
And my hands tremble as I bring it to my lips,
The pain will soon pass,
All it takes is but a few gentle sips.
Now there's no turning back,
As the light begins to fade,
I can feel my head under attack,
As I fall down onto the bed that I've made.
It doesn't matter how many times I've been here,
Or how many times I've struggled to break free,
Always I succumb to my greatest fear,
When will I realise, that my weakness is me?
