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Bottle Full Of Empty Dreams

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I'm sitting here at the table
Watching myself drown, drown, drown
I always thought I'd be able
This life wouldn't kick me down, down, down

I'm laying prone on the concrete
These voices are much too loud
This bottle tastes like defeat
I'm just another face in the crowd

And now this heart feels so empty
I just want to scream, scream, scream
You say my chances were plenty
This has to be a dream, dream, dream

You know I'd make you my world
But now I just don't have a choice
This blatant nightmare unfurled
I'm crying out with no voice

And now I find myself choking
But I just don't seem to care, care, care
My pleas just weren't though provoking
He's taken away my air, air, air

I'll try to move on without you
But that won't stop the pain that I feel
I wish your love I could renew
Your breath I wish I could steal

Yet I sit here with these bottles
Bottles of empty dreams, dreams, dreams
In time this glass neck I'll throttle
I'm splitting at the seams, seams, seams

But at this time I'm not ready
These wounds will take time to heal
Someday soon I'll be steady
Inside I still want to feel
I honestly don't know where I intended to go with this poem. It just came out of nowhere, and went on an uncontrolled rampage. It flowed perfectly for me, and looking back on it I can see that the connection between stanza's is still pretty good overall. All in all, another poem I am happy with.

I do know I was influenced by the song "Goin Down" by Three Days Grace, but the odd thing is, I wasn't even listening to it. I just had the music in my head. Especially the first stanza, very similar to the opening verses of the song. I find it odd looking back, but I don't really mind. It helped me put together another poem.

I hope you like it.
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