left for trash.
No need to worry
no need to cry
no need to think.
Thoughts of today
clouded and hazy
broken with those bottles of emptiness.
You've taken the pain away
filled your life with liquid happiness
draining the life of anyone close
drowning a past full of puzzled memories
all just pieces.
Praying to a God you blame for the misery.
Bottle in one hand
Bible in the other......
Which are you praying to?
Which will answer your prayers?
Just one last swallow while you wait
for an answer.