Empty House, Full Bottles
Curtains drawn, silence deep, shadows own this room,
drinking memories bitterly, chasing out the gloom.
Photos gathering dust, smiles frozen stiff and cold,
the house still holds you in each shadowed corner’s mold.
Echoes mocking softly, footsteps haunt the halls,
your voice whispers sadly from paint peeling off walls.
Mornings taste like loneliness, coffee laced with ache,
every night another toast to all my past mistakes.
Liquor warms, memories chill, chasing ghosts I made,
wonder if this emptiness will ever start to fade.
I’ll keep drowning silence until I feel alright,
in this empty house, full bottles, I’ll drink away tonight.