Raise The Bottle

Weep with me, you broken child


Misery Loves Company

Into the glittering shards
Of our drunken history
Together, we do no better
Than each on our own two feet

But even the wicked
Must seek company
And despite the distaste
For passengers on our hateful path
Our hands clasp desperately
Fingers entwined as the only support

When the sun has disappeared
And the night mirrors
Our minds’ progression
That is when we can smile
While unwanted,
Together we support us

So raise the bottle
To a dying moon
Shall we smile into the lamplight
Shall we wreak the havoc
Of inner being


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