I am drunk
Liquid poison
Pushing my blood away
As if it was a rising sun
To the dark mooned night
Yes I drink alone
Lonely like an empty bottle
Drained for its last drop
Sucking on the womb
That has saved me
Lifted me from the ground
Now a leaning tower
Its much easier
When you are not moving
Especially because movement
Usually has purpose
But what is mine
Drunk with misconceptions
Gathering me in like the last
Feast before the coming winter
Eaten up in desperation
A last ditch effort to feed my purpose
Cokbod Lodwogo
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/consumption-4/
