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The tears you cry now flow down my cheek

I felt your shiver come down my spine

I stand out my hand; you’re not there to hold it

Yet it seems if I turn my face you’ll kindly greet me; smiling

In my dreams I call to you and you come running

On the bottom of the bottle you’re drowning

I must drink

To save you, I kill myself gradually

I am numb, but you’re my senses

I look back and see myself at the table

Mug in hand, broken and disabled

Converting chemically to something unknown

Distressed for being alone

Never heard the sound of quietness such like this

It was never too long before you gave me a kiss

I scream

I make no sound

I am alone in the room there is no one around

I scream

Four forty it shows and the it hasn’t moved in days

I have kept it company, time has my sympathy

It feels alone, as if no one was watching

I am closer to saving you, the bottle is vacant

I try in a reiterated form to get to you

I sink underneath the surface of the flask

Trying to find our way back

I wake up

Four forty it shows, it hasn’t moved in days

Empty bottles on the table, from which I’ve been enslaved

I look to the side, my eyes cannot adjust

Four forty it shows, as I stare at the clock