Streams of liquid amber, like melted fire and burning soul.
Golden blood and tears, that burn like molten sun.
A fluid prism, a flowing prison, of rainbow light and diamond bars.
The glowing poison nectar, a viper's exquisite pain.

And so like the serpent, it bites and takes,
And like it's venom, it fuels the pain, then kills.
And yet right before, it brings a blessing,
And a numbness of heart of mind of soul.

They wonder why, these people, with moral lives and minds,
Yet inside they too, know why, they too, share pain.
It's the pain of life and living, the pain that touches every soul.
We all find our ways of dealing, mine in liquid death.

So I bring to myself the nightly oblivion,
So I can close my eyes when darkness falls.
So I lose myself in an amber glass,
So I can fight the fight I do each day to live.

There is not a single person out there, who is not afraid to live,
Not even that damned man up there, nor yet his son.
With all their pristine white and red, they are just like me.
For I will not pause to admit that I, too, fear tomorrow.

Fear burns down deeper than bones.
Fear drives us when we have nothing left.
Fear the world, the ruthless turn of time.
Fear ruins like even liquid gold cannot.

Because of this I drown myself, to me there is no other way.
I would rather feel this pain of drink than endure the pain of life.
No one said it would be easy, but must it be this hard?
We ask our questions, but when all is done, who is left to answer?

When tears of brandy drop to the bar in mirror of my own,
When blood of friends and family stain the streets and heart,
When we, all of us, move past the broken, battered world,
When eyes and minds turn numb and blind, there is too much.

There is too much.
Too much for us.
So I built my prison.
A prison of glass.
A prison of gold.
A prison of amber.
My prison of poison.
But it is mine.