My Last Drink
Bring some more pain, I really quite like it
The driver supreme of my own demise
A bottle of wine, a park bench to sit
Like a fortune cookie I tell no lies
Poison attacks me from behind my eyes.
Allow the toxins to control my doubt
My mind cries for mercy, 'stop' it does shout.
Copyright © Robert Pirrie | Year Posted 2023
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