Chemicals and Curses

 

The cryptic stranger stands in rain

As the Chemicals flood his veins

He drowns his troubles using booze

This game, he shall always loose

He gave up on everything, including life

Life, he threatens, with this knife

A woman passes looks him with distain

The stranger can no longer stand this pain

 

He sings a quick lullaby, as he slowly weeps,

The pistol in his hand will put his mind to sleep.

Forgetting all, and this inner curse,

He'll be the pallbearer, and drive his own hearse.

Author's Note

ignore grammar.. i write like that purposly..don't ask why.

Reviews

[J-Rod]

Beautiful and vivid. I loved it!

[T]

very emotional. good job.

[Forist.johnston]

Wonderful. I agree with 'nocturnalfantasy', I think we all have someone like that in our lives. Kudos.

[Servant Ties]

this really has touched my heart because some of my friends have suffered tremendosly from drinking and I just want to let you know that I respect you for putting this on here for so many to read *bows deeply*