Another glass, another bottle

Another glass, another bottle,
Down my throat, yet I'm brittle,
I know so little, about me,
And the devil inside, won't let me be,
A million questions have been thrown,
Is there an answer in the unknown?
Another glass, another bottle,
Boils my body, like it were a kettle,
I tell myself, this can't be true,
This twisted tale, is Oh! So cruel,
And I shrink and shiver,
Run for cover,
Everywhere, yet nowhere,
And there I find another gulp, another swallow,
It fills no inch of a soul so hollow,
Yet, I need more wine,
for no path is clear,
I need more wine,
To live this fear,
Hand me a glass, another bottle,
I won't get drunk O my dear!