Battles waged from bottles mouth
Setting spirits free upon reckless waves
To dash innocent souls upon jagged rock
Before they can learn to swim
Such war torn lives, within battlefield homes
Horrors passed on by skeletal embraces
Long since passed through generations of pain
A beating heart does not always procure life,
While poisoned blood courses with vicious vigilance
Decanted words splash from wetted curling lips
Such heartbreak and hatred lies at the bottom of a bottle
As nearby flesh and bone are made fragile as glass
-j.g.smith (12/30/08)
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