Alright, this is a little song/poem I wrote a while ago. It's sort of for one of my family members, who is struggling to fight being an alcoholic. This was a song I wrote one day, when they drove home drunk. It really pained and scared me. I wrote this song/poem for them, even though it seemed to harsh to actually let them read. I kept it, though. I thought I'd type it...Blood-soaked Street
You thought you would be okay,
Drinking more and more, day by day.
You thought you'd, live to see,
The morning sun shining, oh please.
Now you're dieing,
And no one's crying,
Since they know it's all your fault.
Can you hear the people screaming,
Scattered all over the blood-soaked street.
Can you hear the sirens blaring,
People staring, as they survey the bloody scene.
Do you now have any dignity?
Everyone is near death that you see.
Their lives were precious, something you stole.
Now, you will pay the toll.
As you lay... in the street.
Blood covers you from your head to your feet.
Can you hear the people screaming,
Scattered all over the blood-soaked street.
Can you hear the sirens blaring,
People staring, as they survey the bloody scene.
You though you'd be able to drive with just one drink,
But then, you couldn't hardly think.
No one knows if you had one, or two.
Or three, or four. But it doesn't matter, you,
Can't decide.
You can't decide to take their lives.
You may be sad, or sorry, but,
Out through your bloody, painful cuts,
You bleed remorse for those you killed.
Those whose beating hearts you stilled.
It's over now, your short, short life.
What price you pay, when you drink and drive.
Can you hear the people screaming,
Scattered all over the blood-soaked street.
Can you hear the sirens blaring,
People staring, as they survey the bloody scene.