Post by Thorn on Aug 7, 2003 2:17:51 GMT -5
(italics = whispered words)
Gin
a grudge over his head, the stars in the twilight
a bottle of gin in his hand, thinking about tonight.
a few hours ago, there was silence in the home...
he had just come home from work, bad day.
she was standing in the kitchen, holding her face in her hands
why did it have to end this way?
he sits now on the porch, the bottle half empty
thinking about the fight that just progressed.
looking to his side, he sees the crimson knife..
and that startled frightened look returns to him.
the one that was on her face, the last she'll ever make
his mind rolls on, and he begins to shake.
reality coming through, his shocked thoughts and drunk eyes
her body laying just inside.
a grudge over his head, the stars in the twilight
a bottle of gin in his hand, as he takes his own life
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~Z - 8/7/03
Gin
a grudge over his head, the stars in the twilight
a bottle of gin in his hand, thinking about tonight.
a few hours ago, there was silence in the home...
he had just come home from work, bad day.
she was standing in the kitchen, holding her face in her hands
why did it have to end this way?
he sits now on the porch, the bottle half empty
thinking about the fight that just progressed.
looking to his side, he sees the crimson knife..
and that startled frightened look returns to him.
the one that was on her face, the last she'll ever make
his mind rolls on, and he begins to shake.
reality coming through, his shocked thoughts and drunk eyes
her body laying just inside.
a grudge over his head, the stars in the twilight
a bottle of gin in his hand, as he takes his own life
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~Z - 8/7/03