Unconcerned

An eternal lesson. Do you know Jesus?

All this upheaval is making me shake.
The stress increases and raises the stake.
I need to escape! I'm right on the brink!
Bloody Hell! When can I get my next drink?

I can't let myself run out again.
I stop at the store for more booze and then
I can't make it out of the parking lot.
I open it and take another shot.

My quivering hands begin to subside,
and then I'm in for a cloud-kissing ride.
There's no telling where I'll end up this time.
Will I go home ? Will I commit a crime?

It doesn't matter to me anymore
as long as my best friend's on the floor,
waiting for me when I need a drink;
a reflexive response, I don't even think.

My people say that I'm a sitting duck,
that alcohol's behind all my bad luck.
But they don't understand. This is my creed:
To get through the day, its something I need.

The angel of death lurks beyond my door.
That bottle's empty, have to get some more.
I swerve into the store and demand a case.
The clerk says nothing as she stares at my face.

She sees the cop car and the black clouds loom,
but I'm mindless of the impending doom.

I crank the truck and merge onto the road.
I see blue lights flash but the spirits flowed.
There's no way I'm getting a DUI.
I can outrun him. I just have to fly.

Ninety miles an hour over gravel land.
All of a sudden, I lose my command.
Roll after roll then it comes to a crash.
The truck cab is now full of glass and trash.

Sirens scream! There are voices of strife!
Helicopter noise, The Jaws of Life!
I fade into darkness and then see light.
The colors are pretty, beautifully bright.

Then, I'm snatched up by a figure of gloom
and taken into a shadowy room.

I look around at the fiery walls,
and see lavish amounts of alcohol.
This isn't so bad, this hand I've been dealt.
I reach for a drink and the bottles melt.

They're out of grasp, no matter how I try.
The aching inside is making me cry.

Then I think back to that one time when they
came to share a message of hope from AA.
If only I had listened to what they said,
alcohol wouldn't be the reason I'm dead.

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