Menage a Trois

Message in a bottle When you having nothing to live for You have nothing to die for Often you end up on the floor In a pool of your own destruction When you see the flowers in full bloom You think of graves When you see the sun shine You think of hells fire within When the nighttime comes round You are thankful for the gin The tonic of life is killing you Toxic dreams wake you to horrid illusions You wonder, who ...am I Dead? Or better off dead? Message in a bottle I have loved I have loved you All my words bottled up Inside of my fears I grasp not the light of day I grasp at straws Gasping a breath above the waterline Dreaming that one day you will hold my hand I know this shall never come to pass Your fears rival mine Twins across the ocean of vast emptiness I shall write to you my deepest desires I shall profess to you my deepest love Unrequited devotion of the heart My soul shall sing and dance in your honor All this a scribe shall write For I am not one versed in letters I small icon painted of your beauty I will enclose with my broken heart All of this Inside a bottle One day it shall reach your shores Your grandchildren will be filled in melancholy At a great love, lost and discarded over the ages