She sits in a dark corner...
Bottle of whiskey in her hand...
This life has nothing for her...
Like an hour glass with no sand...
A sky with no clouds...
The sea without water...
Hearing with no sounds...
Is this drink the last for her?...
Tears fall as she drinks...
Her memories start fading...
With no energy to blink...
As her soul starts bleeding...
Will she awake to a sunrise?...
Can she free her soul?...
Her body slumps with a sigh...
As she starts to loose control...
The bottle falls to the floor...
She looks up into the dark...
A light appears at the door...
She hears the angel's harp...
The angel reaches out to her...
Takes her hand and starts to fly...
To a place thats always brighter...
Where her soul will never die...
I wrote this one last night before I went to beddy bye...I hope you all read it..
Mandy
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