An abused solution
Created | Updated Oct 15, 2012
the liquid calls it out to play and taunts you as you weep.
Clutching at your being the watchers they despise,
so the bottle fills itself again, returns to drink upon your cries.
Shadows take on form and dance across your tongue,
releasing all your anguish like the bullet leaves the gun.
No emotional tournique with which to help you stem,
With sunrise comes another day. Why not do it all again?
Paolo77