Bottle Of Shadows

I cry, I cry for all to hear They look and stare and sneer Ones sorrow is another mans strive To be the better man And not to stoop to his level A wise man one spoke of true wisdom To help and protect ones who fear The slither of death whom may approach Who feeds from a desperate choke Be made weary of this mans notion To which may lead to deadly emotion The crack of ones mind may lead to madness In which we may never return Trapped impotent emotional fly who shall never fade Embedded within a bottle of shadows Slowly slipping away