Reedo
November 19th, 2013, 03:19 PM
The Empty Man
Bottles of whiskey litter the floor,
Anger leaves a hole in the door,
The cool breeze of desire blows through,
The empty man shivers as he drowns himself in the whiskey river,
but not from the wind but from hating the new and wishing for the old,
With each sip he travels back,
Back to the things you had told
He can't stand the thoughts but yet doesn't want them to stop
He loses his temper as his body grows limper
An empty bottle flies from the man
A full bottle appears in his hand
As he sips on that Honey Brown
And sets up another round
He wishes to travel back to test a different collection of words
He wonders how everything would've played out
Would it be different, no, probably ended the same,
with no one not even his own to claim
His life is a shame, no one wants to share is name
The thought of this makes him crumble just as hope always did
Bottles of whiskey litter the floor,
Anger leaves a hole in the door,
The cool breeze of desire blows through,
The empty man shivers as he drowns himself in the whiskey river,
but not from the wind but from hating the new and wishing for the old,
With each sip he travels back,
Back to the things you had told
He can't stand the thoughts but yet doesn't want them to stop
He loses his temper as his body grows limper
An empty bottle flies from the man
A full bottle appears in his hand
As he sips on that Honey Brown
And sets up another round
He wishes to travel back to test a different collection of words
He wonders how everything would've played out
Would it be different, no, probably ended the same,
with no one not even his own to claim
His life is a shame, no one wants to share is name
The thought of this makes him crumble just as hope always did