They want you to stop drinking

Before you know it, there you are trapped in its false euphoric state of psychedelic utopia, where your bipolar self indulges into your personal human devil. You push and you blow, you try and you glow but the darkness chases you step by step waiting for you to trip into a hole. Sadly your biological statue ruined a little slow, as the viewers of your channel crumple into a self removed misunderstood feeling of the plot surrounding their feared dream. Words destroy momentary joys into scars, possibilities of life turned into angels sing along your side of destruction, as beggars of recovered spirits cheer for you to win a crown of personal split personality demolition. Pouf, the moment disappeared as the quickness of the life you took. Where now red, glass and noise blend into a breaking piece of news shaming communal recognition. Achievements of a workaholic evaporate into train carts riding south with three boxes of confused disappointment, as metallic divisions separate your regret with your loss.