Reprieve This Time

Sometimes when I'm alone at night and the pains just to much to bear, I pull out my old friends Smith & Wesson & Jack Daniels And play roulette with my hopes and cares I put a bullet in the chamber And pour whiskey in my glass I give the gun a spin and down the shot And wait for a click or final blast Alas a click is all I hear And I'm still trapped in this tormented hell I shrug off the short reprieve by the hand of fate And fall headlong in depressions well But the insanity lingers like an oozing sore And Ilock myself away from a normal life So I pray an end to this daily war And the never-ending internal strife People may judge me a lunatic By the psycotic words upon this page. But if they for one night carried this runaway mind. Perhaps they would understand this poetic rage.