Disregaurd the problematic situations
The lack of caring eyes home
Seeking the escape route
Refuge is found in grasping one bottle
Lips magnitize to chilled glass
Body opens letting salvation in
The burning, now near nonexsistant
Compares nothing to the state soon reached
Phone is answered maybe once or more
Words can tumble freely, no more regret
Yet secret remains silenced
Other ones need not aknowledge
Hands remain grasped, never flinching in place
Nothing worse than losing happiness
Releasing it from clenched fingers
Implys no more nesecity for salvation
But to hold heaven in your hand
No more searching for emotional control
She seeps motionless back on her bed
A smile stained with liquiored perfection
