One Last Drink

Drunken state
Run away

One more swallow
Less time to wallow
No dreams to follow
Heart so hollow

Another sip
Run away

Can't stand still
Held against my will
Waiting for the thrill
Heading for overkill

Turn it up again
Run away

Take a look around
Lost but not found
Fall to the ground
Start to drown

Another swig
Run away

Don't stop to think
Standing on the brink
Slowly starting to sink
Swallowing each drink

Empty bottle
Can't run away

Pick up the pace
Muster up some grace
Turn back and face
What running won't erase

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1. starla gillespie says:

   its poetry that i can put a voice to, and i hear the words thru