Lifting the bottle to my lips,
The world around me turns grey and dark,
I begin to drink,
The taste of sweet death,
Dancing on my tongue.
Faster and faster it flows,
A river of fire,
Consuming,
Engulfing,
Takes me hostage.
My body,
Now a slave to the pain I’ve caused.
Deeper and deeper I fall,
There is no turning back.
The darkness consumes me,
Clawing at my face.
It whispers in my ear,
Thoughts of death,
Pain,
Suffering,
And agony.
I drink faster and faster,
The pain ever growing,
Never ceasing.
I raise my head to see myself as I am.
There before me lay a wretched thing.
Its face old and wrinkled,
Its legs without the strength to stand.
When our eyes meet,
A chill like an icy finger runs through my body.
The eyes speak death.
Their empty gaze directed at me.
I look away and yet they stay,
Staring at me,
Locked on my every move.
I can’t bear it any longer.
The scortching fire grows stronger.
The all powerful death takes me by the hand.
Was that my life?
Was that it?
Is there nothing more but a wasted time of shattered hopes and dreams?
I look at the empty bottle clutched tightly in my hand.
My life,
Contained in that bottle,
A wasted time.
I throw the bottle at the wall and it shatters into millions of tiny
pieces.
I grab the shards of my life and hold on to them.
Tighter and tighter I squeeze,
Until my palms bleed.
Laying on the ground,
I begin to cry,
The salty tears washing over the broken glass.
Death takes my arms and puts me in handcuffs.
One last look as I am taken away.
Blood and tears,
Shed for my life.
And I,
A lifetime too late.
I am a prisoner.
