*From Life*

bottle under pressure

cap turned tight

liquid pressing hard

drink filled of blight

slowly causing sleep

unfocussed light

brain turning sour

can't put up fight

last thing I think of

is how I was right

before I reach slumber

for the rest of the night

for the rest of my life

for the rest of eternity

I realize before I die

that every time

I said I loved you

I reached

a new height