The loneliness makes bigger the animal that you have inside <br />And then you search for a refuge, a hug to hide. <br />Life is a deceit, an infertile solitude without a hug. <br />The passions increase and strengthen the despair of loneliness. <br />Then you get the bottle in your hands. <br />You sacrifice your soul for a few moments of untrue companionship. <br />The drink makes you see life as you like it to be and not as it exists in reality. <br />The alcohol is not more than madness in a bottle <br />But you sometimes like to feel more alive and crazy, than alive and dead.<br /><br />Constantinos Grigoriadis<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/soul-sacrifice/
