Drowning

Liquid fire passes
My lips and across my tongue,
Managing to sooth
yet burn all the same,
The first dose is measures
Until the tears refuse to cease,
The bottle tips
Pouring clear relief,
All I wish is an end
An end to this inconsolable grief,
Though the end is but
A momentary lapse,
A pause is all I can wish,
I'm drowning inside a bottle
A bottle clear and cold