80 proof

His endless heart is just drowning inside of himself. His greatness is struggling to swim ashore. But far stronger tidal waves of his intoxication overpower every shred through in through. Will he ever reach the surface of himself again? Or is he bound to his love for the fire till death do him part? It's the habit that is evil inside of him. Not the hand that can't set it down. His days now swallowed by 80 proof, his heart inebriated to no end. This is where true destruction lies. The bottle, the only thing that could've taken him from me.