Not tonight.

Tonight death, you shall not claim me.
Though I be not sober
I
am
clean.

Though the bottle is full
and my flesh shakes with longing
thou shalt not
claim
me.

Sober for 0
clean for 5.

At the edge of understanding
of the populous at large
lies the darkness
of substance
and
death.

Tonight,
death shall not claim
me.

Your henchmen have
been removed from
my
weakness.

Death,
you foul demon
of night.
You find not
harbour
here.

I fight the war but
tonight
I win
the
battle.

In the morning:
clean for 6
sober
for
0.