Poisoned Glass

His breath smells stale

His veins are red

His skin has sunken

His eyes look dead

His speech is slurry

His balance is off

One more beer

That taste so soft.

He can't hear me

When I speak

He hurts this innocence

And makes me weak.

Is this punishment

For all my sins?

He will not stop

Until he wins.

They wonder why

I hate him so

I really don't

It's that poison; alcohol.

A violent rage

It strikes in him

One fateful day

He'll commit the ultimate sin.