The Escape

I drink this drink to ease my pain, but deep inside there is no gain. I try my damnedest to fight the urge, but every time I only splurge. I drink this drink to fill a hole, a hole that's boring through my soul and all the while it takes its toll on my life and on my spirit. And I do know that I fear it, but the voices I hear to make me drink, they badger me till I can't think, until I drink some more till I can't hear it. I drink this drink to escape the pain, to escape the sorrow, to escape the shame. But all the while I hear the voices, giving me options and giving me choices, the choice to suffer through this all or to escape against my wishes.