80 proof

the taste…the feeling…the escape. hiding away in my prison you call a room. i hide away empty bottles you know nothing about. while you sleep i drown myself in the sweet taste of liquor. the beautiful scent thats not to be found anywhere else. the beautiful taste that only comes from the first sip. the companionship that it gives that its not felt anywhere else. the great feeling it gives that one can only dream off. a disease they call it. well it’s a disease i’ll gladly die from. and die i shall.