all it takes

Just a little something I wrote one lonesome night.


a silver flask is all it takes
a silver flask full of mistakes
Stomach churns, head aches
quick sharp turns, slam on the brakes

rain falling from the sky
rain to wash the blood from the roads
where the innocent were suffering
and the guilty left standing
everyone sulks without an ounce of understanding

The parents are taken to a hospital room
the driver sits in a cell with his guilt to consume
The road is marred with skid marks from the tires
Sticking out of your left arm a hundred tubes and wires

Just take it from your lips, stop drinking
and start thinking
take your foot off the pedal and put down the keys
before another one is hurt or worse
get help; drinking is a disease