Dark oils paint a weakened body
Sprawled out on a messy bed.
Depression covered with alcohol
Feeling there is no end.
Two glasseses and two bottles standing
only one remains half-full.
Her body drowned in booze
As she wishes there was more,
Loss of hope for herself.
In her despair
Alcohol is what she reaches for
When her heart becomes poor.
She lives a life always sad,
Only if she broke this addiction
The abscence of hope wouldn't linger.
Yet, she lies in bed
Feeling nothing in her head.