The Bottle

by ryan39   Dec 7, 2005


Such a good feeling,
it's so appealing,

it takes you away from life,
letting you forget you have a wife,

takes you away,
no matter what happened that day,

so you have just a sip,
then you start to tip,

the rest unfolds over time,
the next thing you know, you've committed a crime,

you never expected this,
now you're whole life you'll miss,

why did you make this choice,
could you not hear your parents voice,

telling you not to go this way,
saying one day you'll pay,

but you just did what you wanted to,
and now look at you,

your life comes to a close,
was this what you really chose,

you never planned being here,
this is now you're worst fear,

now you can't control what happens,
you always said, "well shit happens",

and now it has been done,
you are now through having fun,

you have lost, you haven't won,
the sun sets, but you can't run,

you're now locked up,
because you screwed up,

your fun is now done,
you have no one,

this was what you became,
you have no one to blame,

you can pretend,
but in reality you're life has come to an end,

RDP-2005
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