Monster in disguise

Deep within me
There where it is very dark
Lurk a monster
Feeding on emotions

The only time it surface
Is when the surface becomes darkened
When the situation is dark
It comes to destroy
Awaken when the guard goes to sleep
Breaking anything it touches

It is powerful
Scary and slimy
It leaves a trail of defeat
It leaves its host in a pool of pain
Regret is the company it welcomes

It doesn’t care about love
It actually hate love
It overpower the host totally
Captured with vengeance
Destroy the only mission

This beast is untamable
It is powerful
With no mercy
It is just terribly horrible
Stealing the love its host had
Leaving him empty
Worst of than before
Leaving its mark
Damaging the body and spirit
Stripped from the love the host had
Stripped from credibility
Stripped from respect
Stripped from the gifts Jesus gave
Stripped from the true meaning of life

Alcohol Kills

Swallowed up by wine, happily offering up dignity and a credit card, in exchange for the recovery of juvenile fun, while flinging off the trappings of bourgeois responsibility. Unreliable and evasive throws all wits into pursuing this unreliable dream.  A troubled mind not even realizing the grip alcohol has on his senses – missing the truth altogether.

The next day, devastation reins, pangs of sorrow take hold and all joy is darkened, the gloom of anguish as pieces come back, crash your intoxicated mind, blow your tired senses.   Reality is ugly.

Mending relationships as you have to do with the spaces around you, is it all worth it?  The words snarled the night before, shouts and whispers with both wrath, fierce anger and vicious intend with no thought of the after effect.  Cheap, nasty insinuation’s, are they forgotten by the faces drenched in tears when you left so casually cruel and predictably unreliable, weak and self-indulgent, when nothing was as important as the next drink. 

Trust violently broken in the dawning light.  Will your actions  be forgiven in time, or would they be stuck somehow and every time it happens -again, and again, and again, would they be added to a book of mental notes, ill intentions, stuck in one’s head, breaking a heart, dripping blood from a tormented soul, dreadful, dying. 

Alcohol kills.