You asked me about that bottle I always carry.
You said "Why the empty bottle??"
You were confused when I turned white and put on my hood.
You watched me run away, with my backpack and my flute.
You called after me.
You thought I didn't hear you.
You followed me home.
You watched me endure until I was about to burst.
You heard the lock on my door click, and saw me reach for the bottle.
You saw me open the lid just a little and reach my hand inside.
You saw me grab at the air, struggling to hold onto it.
You saw me slam my hand into my chest, right above my heart.
You watched me become a demon.
You grabbed my bottle away, and smashed it on the floor.
You witnessed my agony, but you didn't care.
You saw me freeze, motionless, and drop on the ground with a thud.
You saw my soul rise out of my chest.
You felt my soul become part of you.
And you screamed for a bottle.
But it was a million pieces away.