Staring down the bottle,
The amber liquid floating in my mind,
Wishing I could swim in it,
Wash away the scars of time,
I am the martyr stoned to death,
I wheeze and moan as I release my last breath,
Stab my heart with a sigh,
Slice my throat and let me bleed my love dry,
I am a mind inside a wasted body,
Ideas and thoughts with no room to breathe,
I am a constricted soul, bloody,
Lost in the sea of what was once me,
The cuts slice deeper into my soul,
They penetrate deeper into what I used to know,
Marks made by the ignorance of walking demons,
Rip and tear any chance of finding meaning,
What goes up must come down,
But when it plummets through the ground,
Will someone pick up the fragments I leave,
Will someone help me when I start to bleed,
Tiny red drops of a life that's gone,
Each one falls and sings its own sad song,
A puddle of lies, a pool of old dreams,
The melencholy outcome of what was not meant to be,
I believe this is the end of me,
The end of "the",
I believe this is all that I was meant to see,
All I am is,
The End,
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