Perdition

Its cold inside this heart of mine

When drink and drugs are taken

Its not a place for lovely days

When good habits are forsaken

Its hard to keep my mind on track

When my chest is too quick beating

My demeanour is not full of mirth

And honest ways are fleeting

Its not a time for assuredness

When the cocaine dives inside me

Intelligence is warped and skewed

When loved ones might deride me

Its a place I know just far too well

And has seen some great men topple

Its a way I must equate with Hell

When Eve nibbled from the apple

Its numb cynical my feelings then

When gargle takes me over

Its a need that sends me to the edge

That reminds me to stay sober