He sneaks out at night
A bottle in hand
Already swaying
His gait a bit off

He finds a corner
And sits on the ground
Hugging the bottle tight
Like it's his key to salvation

Sage green eyes
Come to his mind
He knows she is his real salvation
But the animal in him overcomes him

He knows it hurts her
Giving in to the devil in the bottle
But how can he stop it
When his weakness is his habit

Tears escape his eyes
As he opens the vessel with shaking fingers
This is the story of a man
Controlled by a bottle

He takes a small sip
And then chugs down the rest
Not stopping for breath
Until he drains its content

And then passes out
Right there on the cold dirty floor
For the thousandth time or so
Shame walking him
To the world of sleep with no return