The bottle that has held all of my disheartening emotions and loathsome disappointments...
The harbor of my discontent...
Filled with the shadow of everlasting smog-filled breath that suffocates my very soul...
This bottle begins to weaken and begin to fracture...
Spewing from every crevice is this slug that I have locked away...
This smog is suffocating my soul...
This shadow is overlapping my god given light...
This poison flows into my heart...
This bottle is now completely shattered...
Releasing this anguish...
That consumes me so...
Pure sorrow escapes from the shards that previously hosted it...
Now it rests...
Now perched over my heart and soul...
Now a raven screeches a melody...
It echoes within my sobs and my cries...
Like a seed...
now bloomed to a half turned to dust...
Withered blacked rose...
Both which once lied with in the bottle that overflowed with sin and regret...
A bottle that is now shattered to peaces...
