The Bottle

Penny after penny, bottle after bottle 40 ounces of violence, soothing my innards Thirsty for the murky poison, craving confrontation The bottle of hatred exposing my frustration Brewed rage Erupting malice Eroding integrity Rotten core Grim reality of reckless relief Ingesting infernal fluids Never to be free Night after night I find the bottom Drowning myself in swamp water