Drop by drop

Clink
Clink
Clink

The stones hit my glass
Sweet smelling poison awaits as the cap leaves the bottle
A searing burn to warm a frigid soul

Truly
Its only fuel for the fire
Each drop igniting another painful spark
Until I lay a withered husk
All that was me reduced to smoldering coals

Finally the numbness kicks in
One?
Two?
Five glasses?
I don't remember now

Doesn't really matter I guess
Momentarily saved from myself
The end justifies the means
I'm here
No need to ask myself how

Drifting into another pseudo-sacred sleepless night
Only to start over again
That is
Once the pain kicks back in