August Visitor

Is it you again
Sailing through my vein
With the strength-draining vigour
Gotten only from liquor

Just when I think you're gone
You wield your disarming charm
Holding me back on
With your clasping arm

I know you won't live long
Long enough to see me die
From the stabs of your prong
Under which severally you've made me lie

Leave now I order
Before dawn begins to rise
Or by myself you'll face murder
And never again get the chance to rise