Bottles

It's only a matter of time before life changes again
abuse comes and goes as the pain twists within
this disease kills from the inside to the out
rotting away the idea before the words come to mouth

crushed by memories that just wont disappear
knowing nothing in these bottles can erase this fear
yet you drink it away until every bottle is on the ground
lying in the same filth that always weighed you down

you stumble from room to room dizzy from the booze
thinking there's nothing left for you to even lose
holding onto your last piece of hope you have left inside
dangling 50 ft above the grave where you want to hide