Empty Shots

Weave a beat and let leak a drop of truth most sacred to you

Watch the pain circle the drain

And as for your flask- don't even ask

The liquor is your trigger and firing that gun is no fun

You shoot into the dark, missing your mark

Reload only to forebode

That the next round is all you found

That last shot hit the spot

And as you end the gin you begin to think...

Maybe just one more drink

Reviews

[Styxmeti]

Drinking doesn't do it for me, but your poem gave me an insight of how it feels to drink your sorrows away. Very nice.

Styxmeti

[Derekv]

Excellent poem. It does an amazing job of showing how tragic the cycle of addiction can be, and how difficult it is to escape.

Keep up the great work!

-Derekv