Cry For Attention

The bottle cries for my attention As my body free falls into ascension You call my name and ring the bells Expecting me to walk on egg shells There you stand waiting for my soul To be imprisoned in your hell hole Drag me down, you may try and fail Realise, You are nothing but an old wives tail When you come again to take my soul away I vow to you, It will be your doomsday My friend is the bottle, my bottle is my friend Together we will drink silently until the end Poetry contest - Never Going to Drag me Down contest sponsor - Julie Rodeheaver