Deathless

The rows of bottles they speak no truth...
They lie and cheat you, but some lies are welcome...
And it depends on the liar too, on which snake you choose to devour you...
As the room turns into air, you float...
With temptations of the flesh...
You're weightless, and lifeless...
And then inward your eyes will close...
The magic has run its course...
You're breathless and deathless...