Alcohol Is My Guardian Angel

The alcohol runs down my throat,
it dulls my senses,
making everything serene,
and everything peaceful.

Alcohol is the devil to my brain and my mouth,
It allows a filter of unspoken words to come tumbling out,
words that were never to be heard.

My head feels like a strong wind pushing me in different directions.
Light but heavy,
Happy and free,
Troubled and dangerous.

My limbs feel like heavy weights,
pulling me down like a strong current,
my head is sleepy
but my brain is awake, willing me to have just a little more alcohol.

Just one drink that would make all the memories unthinkable,
the void in my heart a little more bearable,
but the loneliness an ache that is felt throughout my whole body.

Alcohol, my guardian angel;
but also my worst nightmare.