4 shots

The owl has flown long ago

He tired o' his ol' game

Same with Death

He tired of all the dead

Weighing him down

The down trodden path

Down to the ye ol' pub.

We all need a drink

We all need a life

We all need to die.

The adults and the children

Rest in Peace

Off to their own worlds

Full of hope

Full of falsehood

But let them dream on

For I cannot dream anymore.

They left my side

Same with the sun

And her gentle touch

Turning my skin to ash

And my bones to char.

This drink burns

Only a firey spirit can

Handle it right,

But I taste bitterness

And nothing more.

That is fine though

For this world has been bitter

The bags under the lids

Too apparent even

Under the dim lighting

Of the ye ol' pub.

The second is just fire

Melting the burnt skin 

Right off my throat

The noose hanging loosely now.

Death gaps at me

Seeing me as I do since

Only the blind see the truth.

The third one slid down

Nice and gentle

It shoulda put me to sleep

As I struggle under that weight

Life bearing it's load on me

As I begin to remember

Every damn day of my pitiful life.

Can't do this anymore

So the fourth goes up

The final blow

And it was from her.

She was all I had left

My friends havin' left

Along with the damn coworkers

Who used to make fun o' me

In order to make it through

Another day at that s****y job

Under that damn tyrants rule.

The family leaving soon after

Mom and Pops

Not even able to look at me

The shame written on their faces.

But her

She was the light 

At the end of the tunnel

She was my saving grace

Why Grace?

You loved me,

Didn't you?

Four shots

Through the heart

Down the throat

Burning me in agony.

Death just watches

Too familiar to say anything

What is there to say?

He just takes me 

On down to the ye ol' pub

One last time

Before this journey ends.

So i down the fourth

And black out

Into the pit of hell.