I have been writing all my life and honestly I do my best work when I am really feeling a lot of emotion. Sadly a lot of this has been sorrow and alcohol related.

The Alcoholic

I smell the sweet oder of the Whiskey as I bring the glass to my lips,
I feel the burn as it enters my mouth but feel nothing as it goes down,
With every drink a little more of me is chipped away,
The only thing left in its place in nothingness,
A void so deep that the only thing that can possibly fill it is more whiskey