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Bottle

The things
people don�t tell you
About pickling your liver
and embracing the liquor
Are the gaps of time
Memories entwined
with the blackest knots
So many spots
And cracks within the grey
Hear me while I say;
The bottle holds no truth
As I stumble and fall, uncouth
My body aged and frail
I feel I�ve already failed
Upon the floor I sleep
If only I could keep
To the dreams that haunt me
so
As I wander, to and fro
My bowels will now release
My bladder will never cease
I wish my breath would end, complete
To finally sleep, forevermore
at peace.