My Brother's Keeper

My brother’s keeper, four glass walls amber liquid in a bottle. Drink after drink, hear the glasses clink. Words as bitter as the gin, sometimes he lets the liquor win. Drown your sorrows with every swallow, until you feel nothing, insides hallow. Hear your heart pumping but its not pumping blood, alcohol runs through your veins, spreading with every pulse. Words tumble out of your mouth, True or false? My brothers keeper has caught many before, And oh how I know there will be many more. If blood makes you human then what is he? Not the brother he used to be. Lost in a sea of golden temptation, each new bottle: his salvation.