Hive Loving Mind: Pity the Humble Alcoholic I

Devoted breakings,

      Of another's heart to mend the danger's scars brought on by demons swimming in the alcohol pumping from my dying heart, The blood haunts the drink or is it the bevvy that brings peace, There's danger in this mistakenly ordered neat double finger served fire water that helps me fall apart, Devoted to a past I still exist within, Because it's better to remain... In love.

In lieu of our participation in,
Building the puzzles of wisdom
In other words:
Solving love