When The Clock Strikes 13
By RiVeN
Alcohol, you are my friend You have stuck with me until the end In a matter of weeks-- My mother died Wife said I lied I couldn't find peace, but I tried I seek solitude in a personal hell I crawled inside a booze filled shell Plotting the end of my life On the table I see the knife But I have so much to live for Why can't I see it anymore The clock is tolling the hour 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 Thirteen?! I may be drunk, but my senses are still keen The hell is wrong with the clock I get up to check and see Because what I hear, I don't believe The clock face says Thirteen O Clock And in my brain something twitched My thinking pattern switched Pour the booze down the drain Do you question me if I'm still insane?Inspired by "The Right Hand of Evil" by John Saul. Awesome book. This is an actual part of the story....if I remember it correctly, I read it a couple years ago. Written April 10th, 2002 © on Apr 10 2002 10:32 AM PST 0 • 1
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"Alcohol, you are my friend..."