ANOTHER BOTTLE

Open up Another Bottle

Watch the sun turn as black as my heart

Feel my soul being ripped apart

Show the angels above how a heart can bleed to death

Succumbed to a disease, taking my last breath

Open Up Another Bottle

Watch the day turn into night

No longer having the willingness to fight

Feeling a bit colder

Feeling a bit blue

This disease called loneliness has no other hue

Open Up Another Bottle

Burn In hell with heaven's wrath

Eyes blurred

No longer able to see the right path

It doesn’t matter anymore

Just open Another Bottle

Open Another bottle

Another Bottle

And die

Reviews

[poetic soul]

loneliness has no other hue!! i so much so agree.. its a very simple yet eloquent poem....... loved the entire thing....but the last part....coz death doesnt come so easily, when loneliness is the only companion, the worst thing that can happen to you is to "live" not to "die".......jus my view point though!
but this poem was really amazing...loved the read.. thanks for sharing it...

Regards,
Poetic Soul

[Legion]

It's why I only drink out of cans. :)

This was a desolate and despairing piece, but that is what your were going for and you suceeded in a big way. Well done. Kudos.