Be warned

I sit here, barely awake in the early dawn.
Refusing myself drink and bliss,
Meditating in the sorrow of heartache,
Waiting for your memory to be gone,
Oh how I hate times like this,
Where ones own mind is the enemy,
And the only think left to the man,
Is the demonic drink,
Or ones own turmoil,
This is all there is then?
Hope and merriment on the brink,
Of despair and rejection.

Young men stay away from sirens and angels,
Stay with comrades and men in arms,
But avoid sweet smiles and pretty eyes,
For pure defeat has beauty in front that dangles,
Now forth for you have been warned.