Drowning In a Bottle

He lived his life in a constant full throttle. Viewing everything through the bottom of a bottle. Living in a world, that only appeared black and white. In a world, he didn’t know wrong from right. Looking through the bottom of a bottle, there is no light. He would purposely stay in a perpetual haze. He could not find his way through this chaotic maze. He avoided sun and lived in the dark. Ignorance is bliss without a spark, to light the way to the arc. Drowning himself day by day. He felt there was no reason to stay. One cold night he took his life. Leaving behind a child and wife. He left this world in the blink of an eye. Living life through the bottom of a bottle caused him to die. His memory lives on while we dream. His soul is present like a never ending scream. He is now at peace on his arc, safe from drowning and safe from the dark. -Dedicated to J.T. Someone that will live in my heart forever and ever.