A little bottle-
it brings out my animal.
The animal inside that was bottle up before.

Tony-
darling, I am you.

I am heartache-
I did the same thing as you did to me,
and i feel proud.
Toying, twisting up emotions-
spinning around your Maypole.

Hey dear, I am you-
I am love-
lure, string, tear
but i never get enough.

Thrist-
you always refill my glass
but I always feel this gnawing pain inside.
I am you
because you are gone.

Undying-
I wish things always kept true.

Wanting-
but i lost you to the bottle

Hurting-
I lost you to the needle.

The absence-
I am a shy, nervous little mouse.
I'm a little dwarf eaten up by monsters.

The presence-
indulgence,
the only thing that matters.
Indulging in debauchery.
Now I am dirty, 
but you cleanse me with your sweat.

Monsters-
now I am the beast,
sucking the marrow from the bones of the dead nymph.

But the bottle-
the glass always breaks at the end of the night.

Pieces- 
what i am left with.

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