The Drinking Game

I grabbed the bottle and chugged it down.
And I thought I lost my mind for a second.
I tried to stay away from it but it calls my name.
And it happens again, round after round.
The bitter after taste makes me nauseous.
And the thought of pouring another glass frightens me.
But it's the only way to spend the day.
And it's the only thing that I want to have.
It sits on the table idly, waiting for me.
I glance at it and it stares at me.
I wait for it to shout my name.
And again begins the drinking game.