Take Heart

A sweet death 

The artificial foam and flavor that curses out questions 

That works slow but quickly

When your mind blurs while your body runs

Letting Satan take control 

Eventually giving him full power over your soul

The delusion brings relief and a bliss in downing two drinks 

The red cherry flushing your face

The olive showing in your spit

The vodka ringing on your lips

The burn tasting in your kiss

Suddenly you forgot 

Maybe the alcohol was at fault

But who could blame the feeling of flash

When you choose your poison

It will be your last.