broken down drowned by sorrow open up another bottle glass held tightly to my lips the end relationships hours past looking into the glass anotherday another glass sweet smell taste on lips bottle held finger tips contents empty start again allways bringing back the pain anotherday another glass tears flowing moments later as putting pen to paper jumbled mess sits in front of me ink runs throught pity anotherday another glass time is ticking away hours turn to days bottles laden at my feet havent been out in weeks anotherday still no glass

i like this piece alot!

a sober look into the eyes of misery... nicely described...

Another great post Woz