The Bottle

Ok, so I said I wouldn't post any poetry or songs here, but this one is just too good to resist. I actually wrote this while drunk, and I think it's a very good representation of my relationship with alcohol.

Sing to me, old friend
Sing me the songs of a time long past
A time where happy memories
Flowed as freely as your lies do now
Tell me what I want to hear
Let my troubles disappear
It's only temporary
But hell
Who I am to complain?

We sing sweet laments in the darkness of the night
Fighting for our chance to speak
Trying to convince each other
That the other one is right
But it's a fight we'll never win
You give me courage that I don't have
I show you love that no one else can
You tell me what I want to hear
And I listen
Because it's a lover's caress
A soft touch
Glowing
Like a virgin kneeling before a taper
Pristine
Pure

We live evil
We are where evil lives
And we are still just casualties of war
Waiting in the infirmary of self-inflicted purgatory
Just trying to keep an even keel
There is no pain
There is no pleasure
There is only the siren song you sing
And the wavering voice I answer with
We'll meet again tonight
Embrace as only lovers can
And by morning
You'll be gone
So I'll be waiting once again

Come back to me, lover
I've more sweet nothings to whisper in your ear
Tell me all the things I want to hear
And promise me you'll never leave
Because it's a promise you can never break
And a promise that you always make
I'll make love to you with a voice as deep as night
So should I die before I wake
Kiss me one last time
So I know that you'll be the one my soul will take
And should I wake before I start to die
Marry me
And rescue me with your smile