We Are Our Own Destruction

It slurred your speech

And staggered your gait.

It addled your mind

And sealed your fate.

It left me reaching,

Offering my aide.

But you downed the poison

And didn't want to be saved.

Yet, if the savior in me

Became a screaming banshee

Could I have penetrated your haze?

Could I have forced you to see?

That your elusive happiness

You abandoned to debacle

Would never be found

At the bottom of a bottle.