Slow burn

It’s a slow burn.
A burn that Travels fast, travels smooth.
It goes south, he goes north.
It’s a warm amber, hes a cool blue.
But its not enough, to rid the horrid reminiscence of it all.
The thrashing, the throwing, the cause of the his fall.

The cries for help, just ignored.
No one listend, no one talked
They just believed what they only saw,
And what they saw was just a lie

Lies made up to cover the truth
Truth that needed to be known
But no one looked deep enough
No one cared enough to break down his wall
So once again the bottle meets with his lips
As he tilts his head to let the amber run down.
Slowly, slowly burning. Til theres nothing more to
Remember.