The alcohol is streaming through your blood now.
You don't seem to care why or how.
You're dying more and more each day.
I just hope you don't slip away.
The alcohol is invading your mind.
You can never unwind.
You're not very sane.
I just can't stand the pain.
The alcohol is making you more riskful.
You don't seem to be too thankful.
Your life is very precious to me,
and to others around.
I hear you calling throughout the night, all around.
The alcohol is controlling your mind now.
You don't care why or how.
You're gone, out of your mind.
I see your life is a bind.
The alcohol is the main thing in your life.
You've made your whole world a big strife.
You're melting away more each day.
I feel you fall away.
The alcohol is your whole world now.
You say it will be better tomorrow.
You're not the type to understand,
my heart is filled with pain and sorrow.
I walk outside, a cold rainy day,
The wind is blowing cautiously,
but in no harm's way.
You kept saying, "I'm Okay".
But in reality you knew you couldn't stay.
Your last few days fall short.
I walk into a small little court.
Over to the misty wet grass.
Here you lay at last.
Under the ground, so far down.
I stand up here while the cold rain pours down.
Listen so carefully to these few words I say.
Please in your afterlife,
don't let there be another day.
Life after death, the shadows will follow.
But as I stand up here I will always be cold and hollow.

By: Shannon Cartwright