All I think is where this is going
finding myself thinking alone...
seeing alone...
One bottle, two...
All I feel is separation yet suffocation
Always falling backwards when I should fall forward.
Falling back....
One shot, two...
Feeling the anger...
Resurfacing....redecorating my mind.
Redirecting my sanity
to the captivity in my heart.
The red that fills the space..
covers the green...
destroys the blue
that should be my safety.
Dammit.
Sitting, staring, glaring...
motivating...scary.
They are small bottles...
Liquid courage...
small but large...
they go down nicely...
Driving through my mind...
I crash in to myself...
Breaking away to feel me close..
Irony....empathy....pity....
covers me like a blanket....
Red...fills the space
Liquid courage...
For a moment, helps erase
The scars, the hurt, the pain....
One bottle, two...
~~grb 2012~~
(I do not own rights for the picture above.
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