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.
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