Enchanted

 Mystic heated wine
 Poured into my cup
 #enchanted intoxication
 But I lie that I am fine

 The more I drink, the less it hurts
 The more I drink, the problems grow
 The more I drink, the less I know

 Pour me more of that #enchanted intoxication
 It lifts my sorrows but brings in new creations
 
 Doubts start to creep through the seal
 Fear attempts a mental coup 
 Ready for death but without my last meal
 I don’t have the strength to push this through 

Published by Beipher

I have been writing poetry since a teenager but did not have the courage to really show it off. It wasn't until I had some tools as I battled depression and mental illness. They are still a part of me, which you will see for yourself. My writing is dark and raw.

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