Addicted

I understand the siren's call
of sweet addiction
I understand how alcohol calls to you
because that is your alluring call to me.

One day I'm fine...life is smooth and all is good.
Then I do something...
Cook something...
See something and I think of you.
And your voice calls me...
beckoning me back.

So far I have resisted it's call...
Avoided it's sweet refrain
that this time will be different
that this time I can handle it.
That I am strong enough, and in control
and won't let you pull me in.

But, I choose to abstain.
I know I'm not strong enough,
with you I have no control and in the end
while my body won't be battered and bruised,
my mind and soul will be...
and I will have to struggle through
the dt's that are left in your wake.