One Last Drink

You're sitting there,
late at night,
in a bar,
the feeling's right.

Just one more dink,
to quench your thirst,
drown your sorrows,
make them burst.

Completely broke,
at two in the morning,
the bar is closed
without any warning.

Your on the road,
going fast
unaware
that this breath is you last.

Flashing lights...
A fatal scream...
lying dead...
on the scene.