Alcohol

Lusting to grasp what is, fulfillment,
with no desire to escape, thy cruel confines.
Blood grows thinner, with each insatiable sip.
It is, a poison, a man made addiction,
which replaces common sense, with each desired drip.
This antidote may aid you, for now.
It may help you to forget your life, you say it helps you live,
and over time, it has become the entirety of who you are.
It appears you are no longer alive, to me.
Your vision is now too blurred to see,
I will no longer show you mercy.