Damned by Bacchus

My bleak and bellicose age of white-knuckle sobriety

is sputtering near a desperate end

and twelve steps of self-denial hold no cards

I am an addict of my own undoing, a disciple of destruction

a steward of self-inflicted servitude

and the first step to freedom is to deny its existence

for I have been damned by Bacchus

--Preston