-- Written in 3rd person, and quite obviously the topic is alcohol addiction again
-_- as seems to be the topic of a lot of my work. It's quite long, but for
those of you who decide to read it; Enjoy.--
Upon awakening
dried tears sting your eyes
What has been said,
and what's been done..
What has happened
and what have we become.
Slowly the seconds ticked away
you realize time's running out,
you're left with good intentions but nothing to say.
Grabbing the bottle you hoped to solve it all
This time you feel like you drifted way too far
out of reach, to a place where the hands of time won't mend your fall
Once both hands had a solid grip
today one gave up
helplessly the other can't maintain the grip
it is but a matter of time before you'll slip
It still surprises you that after the descent
you don't know how 6 feet deep would feel
So many times you've slipped
into pain that was far to real.
With that last bit of strength you crawl to your bed
she hurt you so bad with every word she said
underneath the sheets you hide your face
knowing you still got many tears to shed
how could you ever fall so far from grace ?
Upon awakening
dried tears sting your eyes
Eagerly you try to stand
on your own two feet
You realize that where you land
is the place where broken hearts and last drops meet
Intoxicated you stumble down and hit the floor
wishing you wouldn't feel the pain anymore
You still see the bottle as half empty
after drinking every drop
Your heart must still feel empty
otherwise you'd stop
You don't see any hands reaching out
It makes you wonder whiter this'll be the day you drop.
Nothing lasts forever
it all dissolves slow
but at least we'd still be together
I'd promise never to let you go
Crawling thirsty out of the haze the next day
Tears flow over your cheeks
for you know you're here to stay.
You never for saw it consuming you
the alcohol still carried by your breath
drinking was all you could do
moving you just an inch away from death
But now you remember what has been done,
in your eyes she's not the person you used to know
so can you still picture her as the one.
and why is it that you can't let her go
You passively watch how the cycle starts over
thinking happiness is just one sip away
as you shudder to think of the consequence,
the price bound to be payed the next day
Where will you reside on the day
when there are no more pills to swallow
alcoholic intoxications faded away
your heart drained and hollow.
Perhaps you should have stopped to think,
Wondering whiter you said all your good-byes,
as you're finishing your final drink,
you're hoping the next morning you'll open your eyes.
