#jameson
Empty Bottles align in the light, Reflect the shattered soul, Broken down to the last drop ****** the cork like the wolf harvests bone, The devil within busts through the held open door, Societies vessel of acceptance, ignorance in a swig and a sip ****** up the wall, I Doubt it’s worth the loss of yourself after all.
Dignity as fragile as the brown paper bag, Held around the chalice of your disgusted pride, Bottle after Bottle are you even allowed to call yourself alive, Hooked to the bottom of the glass, Any excuse even if the next ones your so-called last.
Friends and fortune faded, The bottles figure jaded in the light of your dim-witted realise, Nothing else to do but sit back and enjoy the ride
The Reaper sits across the bar, Sickle in hand pouring bottle after bottle never drifting very far, No strings to pull as the tender waits, Bottle like a shotgun, the mixer shakes, the distilled Deity waiting to deliver the last call.
Before the turn, No Misery or Shame, In the end, Is it really the bottle or the man who’s to blame.
Dec 12, 2016
Dec 12, 2016 at 8:28 PM UTC
Jameson from the bottle
Bedroom floors
Faded stars
I told you all the secrets
And you swore you'd keep them
Wasted words
drunken love
Promises that would be broken
I feel naked
I'm fully clothed
my heart
In his hand
As I tried to steal his soul
Nov 23, 2014
Nov 23, 2014 at 9:23 PM UTC
My mind drifts on days like this.
Endless nights spent drinking Jameson from the bottle.
Stars faded,
I told you all my secrets
And you swore to keep them.
Nov 23, 2014
Nov 23, 2014 at 6:45 PM UTC