Cold

Winds blow against my bent body

Reminders of where I am

Stuck in a looping melancholy

I can still hear my loved ones calling

Their voices only concerned

I could only hear myself falling

I am almost touching the ground

So close to reaching peace

Close to that beautiful sound

The beautiful sound of me quickly decaying

Breaking from these earthly chains

The sound of me no longer breathing

I lift the stained bottle to my twisted face

The smell an awful reminder

A reminder of my fall from grace

Mixed with some kind of horrid toxin

The alcohol taste covers little

My senses are filled with biting venom

I hoarsely choke on poisonous bile

The effects are immediate

They leave me with a broken smile

My burning body turns to a sickly numb

I lay in my warm bodily fluid

Quickly becoming apart of the scum

I always thought I would become something gold

I would fly to my dreams

But I have hit the ground, and I am only cold