A bottle tells me to come back its my life my dreams I drink. The bottle is evil with a label. I say no don’t come to me. Stay away, it keeps coming closer to my heat more then my hand. I give in the liquid flows threw my body like blood flows threw my veins. The liquid in the bottle burns. It’s a killer to the kidneys they scream but not like my liver begs me to stop. I drop to my knees to beg like a dog hailing to the moon. I ask god to help. My shirt is ripped the smell keeps the flies away. As I cry.
Its dark only the moon is shining as I cry in a ally. I keep falling like a wounded solder but I’m not a hero. The bottle falls with me. It’s glued to my hand. I’m killing my self but it fills good. The bad goes away only good fillings to me. A kid sees me she starts crying in the dark I'm ashamed I know that girl. It’s my daughter that’s crying. We’re in hell and I’m the devil.

By Joshua