A sink into the sorrow river,
would set my mind at ease,
To feel so weightless and alone,
with bottled memories.

I'd count the drops as they peer through,
That empty venom glass,
Each and every one a friend,
down to lonely last.

And what then will I own,
but the bitter drink of swill,
To fill my glass to brim with cheer,
To sit here sulking still.

Remembering how my life was grand,           
Before it all was taken,
While failing then to understand,
how sorely I'm mistaken.

This life I have is still my own,
To do with as I please,
Yet still I choose to drink alone,
Sinking down with ease.