All of The Horror Drank, Gone

an empty glass

lies in the grass

next to a drunken girl

whose life has fallen in a downward spiral.

the grass so very thick

as her soul begins to slip

all of the horror drank, gone

now her life is done.

so dark and so cold

so alone

oh how it feels 

to know the devil's deals.

a faint whisper in her ear

are you ready to leave here

spinning words in her head

of course I want to be dead.

lies are all that were told

when she tried to get help before she folds

this game of life she is loosing

but death just seems so soothing.

she slowly picks up the blade

it's time, today is the day

she slowly raises her arm to slit her throat

goodbye cruel that I soon won't know.