He sat drunk in the dark
alone with his empty thoughts
Gazed at the knife on the table
swept another drink
Shivering with
angst
Thinking of all that’s been
His face was pale, his eyes empty
stared down the empty glass
It all seemed so hopeless
he lit another cigarette
a wrinkled photograph in his hand
a vague memory in vain
And he smiled
Filled with warmth, But..
just for a while
Who the hell is going to save me?
He thought
Who the hell is going to save me?
He thought
STRONG-MINDED
a: he reached for the knife
b: he poured another drink
c: and gave the
mirror another look
As the dawn kept rising
the answer came
You're going to have to
Face yourself