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Whiskey Death
The whiskey on your breath,
Is more than I could stand.
You missed her and I know,
That alcohol is your release.

If it is not to much,
To ask you dear,
May I inquire why,
You are here?

You stagger,
And slur,
Mumbling that,
The world is a blur.

I watch you trip over,
Your own feet,
You laugh,
uncontrollably.

I stare in horror,
As you put the barrel,
Of the pistol to,
Your heart.

You yell,
'I can't take this anymore',
Your finger moves and,
You fall to the ground.

Dead instantly.

I cry and plead,
'Don't die please!'
Your cold gaze,
Poised on me.

I grab the gun,
My song will go un-sung.
I once said that I would,
Die for you.

So I point the gun,
straight to my heart,
And whisper my final
Goodbye.

And that is the moment that I died