Final Night

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Jumbled thoughts
Confusion of the mind
Empty beer bottles litter the ground
The bowl has been cashed

A weary traveler makes his way down the desolate road
Traveling on his last hope
His last toke
His last desperate attempt to find himself

A last swig of booze
All is a blur
Nothing distinctive
Nothing but darkness

The yellow line flies by
The road grows longer
The lights blind his eyes
A deafening sound ends his life