Two bottles rolling down an empty road.
One held fear, the other controlled the love she held so dear.
Two bottles racing down an abandoned road.
No matter how fast she ran,
emotionless took over it's land.
Two bottles shattering against her hands.
Bloody and broken,
she clutched the pieces of her ruined soul in her hands.
The tears fell, but were as empty as hell.
Blood and tears mixing deep withing.
Two bottles no longer exist,
emotions set free, never to be felt again.
