I would rather die
Than live the way you make me
Always fearing your next move
Never knowing your limits....

The bottle is open
Your mind is not
You raise the bottle
I scream....

The bottle is empty
Cans are piling up
Your eyes are almost as red
As the hate I have for you...

The bottle comes down
With a crack to my face
Blood Splatters against your flesh
You laugh....

I wish I had the courage
To tell you to fuck off
But I know how enraged you'll become
And my face is already as broken as my heart....

Someday mother will open her eyes
She will begin to see right through you
Will you be able to live then
Knowing the bottle is what controls you?

10/18/2004