• the bottle shakes in his hand
    he will choose
    will he gain
    or will he loose
    the end is what he demands

    the pills fizz inside
    filling him with delight
    the end is near
    but all he hears is tears

    he dials the number
    everything is fuzzy
    the end is coming

    he lays down in bed
    people fill his head
    yelling pounding

    the car goes fast
    the world whirls past him
    his life is an empty glass

    docters pump and work
    his family is hurt
    tears are shed
    lives ripped to shreds

    nothings the same
    its not a game
    the end,