a string of lies these ties that bind us to the bed
where our dreams at night snake across the floor boards
bloodied knives under your pillow and loaded arms under mine
we sleep under duress suspended from the ceiling a scythe

dipping in the bottle
you're just below the neck
its venom dripping down your chin
his cologne across your chest

drinks all around and photos across the bedroom floor
scattering our memories they're silently screaming volumes
there's only a bare floor no bed to sleep in tonight
sent my prayers to the stars but they barely broke the sky

sinking in the bottle
your sweat beaded eyes staring up
bearing your teeth against the glass
swearing you haven't had enough

these are the lies that bind

// just a rough draft