My Melancholy Halo

My Melancholy Halo I drink to fade my melancholy halo, my excuse for being bad. I drink to seek an ailment to shelter me with mad, I drink for every reason but don't admit the one that's real, my drinking is my weakness, my crutch for how I feel. I drink to heal the wounds of love scarred by emotion's blades I drink to feel the rush of joy that affection, does pervade. I drink to hide myself away to melt into the dark my drinking is my demon curse the Devil's evil mark. So raise your glass and drink with me to sorry discontent, raise a glass and drink with me to the Prince of decadent. Raise a glass and drink with me to unrequited love raise a glass and drink with me or mock me from above Each glass is a step to the end of the road each glass of this liquor I choose each glass is a sentence of death on my lips each glass is a match to the fuse. I drink to fade my melancholy halo my excuse for being bad. I drink to forget what might have been with the love that I never had. A poem from me to my inspiration, my favourite poet. Ernest Christopher Dowson. He struggled with life and love and wrote beautiful poetry.