Electric Bottle Date: Thursday, 1st April 2004 @ 06:42:33 PM AEST Topic: Sad Poetry Contributed By: PsychoScissors Electric Bottle ~~ Only a tune and a tube for the vomit and I’ll sleep well. Just drug me up, let me leave, let me go, don’t love me anymore. Let’s make a deal, watching TV under an electric sky, wishing I could fly into the orange sunset. I’m alone, feeling everything, blind and dirty. I’m high on anger and aspirin. Oh don’t worry, I’ll sleep fine. Just don’t let me out from under the sky. I might disappear. I don’t want to go. I see those paintings of the city and its sky’s, like a city of angels. Stop talking. Stop breathing, please just let me touch the electric sky. Floating on aspirin, holding the bottle and seeing the sky on your walls. Give me something to catch my fall, the floor is so cold and far from the lights. Just give me a bottle to catch my fall and I’ll sleep fine under the sky. This poem is Copyright © PsychoScissors Important note: ALL POETRY ON THIS SITE IS COPYRIGHT. If you wish to use any poem for any purpose, please either EMAIL Mick from the sites feedback form, or go to the AUTHOR'S site and EMAIL the author for permission. If you Email Mick for permission on any poem that is not his personal works, he will endeavor to contact the author on your behalf. This poem comes from Your Poetry Dot Com https://www.your-poetry.com/ The URL for this poem is: https://www.your-poetry.com/route.php?page=poetry/PoemDetail&story_id=41360