In The Bottle

~In The Bottle~




People die when they get old but not you,
you ferment like wine getting better with age,
your lips are the tip of the bottle and I get drunk off your blood,

I look up to you and feel small,
When one foot is in the grave only your smile can cure me,
Inside you, the belly of the beast,

I gave you my warmth in the winter,
You held me as all the memories that broke you came flooding back,
I let you keep them from me,

Open you up,
What's inside the quiet man?
The one who suffered alone with love in his life,

You won't be there at all,
I don't know where my mind has gone,
Your shoulders are of a bottle of whiskey and I get drunk off your sweat,

I'm falling and you can't hang on to me,
You're far away in your nightmares,
I won't change inside you.





In The Bottle © J-Goth/Amanda P.