Bright Lights

Eyes flutter open, You're done feeling like you're choking, A new day has begun, A new song is to be sung. Mouth becomes agape, No sounds come out, Just breaths, Remember to breath. Get up, Stumble in the darkness, Run hands along the wall, Find the switch. Bright lights, Eyes shut, Mouth closes, Begin your life again.

The Last Mouthful

Deprived of life,
When love was lost.
The pages seemed to throw us off.

Hold your breath and count to three,
As I take the last swig of you and me.

Pulled apart by invisible bounds,
They may as well be seen.
To know that love has no bounds,
Seems rather contrived.

Hold your breath and count to three,
As I take the last swig of you and me.

The bottle's done,
This has become less than fun.