The spirits have awakened in the night
to haunt your soul,
as you drink a 3rd of a bottle,
the darkness cloaks your visage,
the light is in another dimension;
such a twilight zone of self loathing
Like a dog licking your wounds,
no proper medical treatment,
the infection is obvious to occur
Such a whore for abuse,
taking the lashings for the troubles,
and awaiting the trial of the gallows