Years pass by as I sit here
On my swinging rocking chair
My dead son buried
The soil at my feet
The bottle is crimson red
Yet transparent with complete visibility
Of my coming future
Of my dramatic end
I outlived them all
the thorn roses
and the wispy clouds
seems I'll live forever
I was lucky to have it
I had to beg for this bottle
This elixer of my end
A nectar of my simple happiness
They bloomed into fairies
Long straight hair
And cherry stained lips
I couldn't forget those knives in their eyes
I tipped the bottle over
and rolled the lid around till the death was free
freeing one lone drop of the dulcet liquor
I let it travel the length of my swollen fingers.
The pressure of his fingers
The bells in his laugh
The feather touch of his kisses
One final salty tear
The elixer stings my swollen fingers
staining the cracked skin
full of threat and anger
piercing me till it mixed with my guilty blood
Parties ending with terror
Anguish at the end of the noise
Fury from officials
There goes another
Lifitng the bottle to my frowning face
I do something that was once a myth
I smile and rejoice
For my coming end
They smile and wave.
Though their hearts are breaking
Though their eyes are watering
and their soul is wailing
As the poison courses through my veins
I stretch my lips upwards
I smile at my ballad....
My symphony, my harmony
that courses through my blood.
