One last shot
The bottle half empty,
My soul drifting to oblivion,
Reality fading under the guise,
Of a glass of poison,
Sweet nectar burns my breast,
Each drop brings me pure bliss,
Nothing exists beyond the glass,
Nothing but forever,
One glass of poison remains,
Eager lips welcome it and drinks,
Then darkness and the cold grip of death,
In a blink of an eye life ended, but not without,
One last drink for the road ahead,
posted by Ben Bulac @ 5:17 AM
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