Is about those who drink their life away

Darkened mass, of swarming bees, surrounds this house, with rotted trees...

Bellowy clouds, form in the sky, above this house, with a wailing cry...

Signs of death, are driven through, bringing with it, a thick heavy hue...

Creeping through crevices, throughout this gloom, a cold wisp of air, passes through this day of doom...

Death waits patiently, as the time will come, draining all life, from this bedridden bum...

Heart slowly beating, can't breathe right, my chest is heavy, it feels so tight...

Livers exhausted, the damage is done, can't turn back time, I believe, death has won...

With all the pain and suffering, you think he'd have the brains to stop, life took it's toll, now he's ready to drop...

The shortness of breath, as his eyes roll back, gasping for air, as the day turns black...

If he had his life, to start off new, would he have changed? He has no clue...

But he has just one more thing to say, to all drinkers who are taking, a walk this way...

Take control, in drinking that brew, or death will be stalking and waiting for you.......the pressure......can't breathe........death has taken over.


Author...Denise R. Rojas...11/30/03.Copyright.