A young boy that started drinking,
mother's love has a demon in the making.
He could not stop his bad habit,
until no one wanted to handle it.
From couch to couch he hopped,
but within a week he was dropped.
Arrogance was his biggest flaw,
respect, he couldn't recall.
Open arms were not enough-
the love he needed had to be rough.
One day after starting a fight,
his true problem came to light.
He could not love himself you see-
drinking was his way to plea.
To die, he said, was all he wished,
his fear was that he wouldn't be missed.
The devils juice has consumed my kin-
a fight with the devil is hard to win.
Dear cousin hear my cries,
all those whispers have been lies.
To win this battle you must repent
from the gift the devil has lent.