One more bottle, one more pill,
One more breath,
One last look.
The world is to rigid,
The past to deep,
Far too much to see
Too many tears fall.
One last breath
Her eyes close,
The pain is gone
The bottle empty.
She does not call,
This time it is the end.
There is no tomorrow
This is the end.
© 2008 The Random Writings Of Me... Kates
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