The End
Find the poison,
drink it down.
Hide in the woods,
so you won't be found.
Your life is gone
and soon it'll be over.
Things would be the same
even if you were sober.
Smash the bottle,
wash away the pain.
The weather changes
and it begins to rain.
Blackness plays with your vision
and you close your eyes.
Before you last breath
you see the star-filled night sky.
Copyright © Cheyenne Ruble | Year Posted 2010
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