Alcohol Cocoon

It's fun and it's games,
Until the years begin to rearrange;
A happy man and his family,
With this miserable notoriety.

Another bender, another week,
Another outlook completely bleak;
There's another frown he created,
Another smile decimated.

Drink deep, the poison soothes,
But it's the alcohol who consumes;
Wrapped tightly in your death shroud, too soon,
A false warmth of the alcohol cocoon.