A bottle in the kitchen shelf
Placed in the forbidden area
Amidst the acids for cleaning
Tempts me to reach for it
That bottle containing freedom
It could be mine if I am ready
A flashing moment of impulsive action
One go at it and a gush of pain
And then a long beautiful sleep
The temptation of freedom, of peace
Takes me to it everyday
But strings of saneness, pull me away
To suffer a new day every day