Twinkle twinkle little star,
acholoholics don't get far.
Unless they drink and drive
Let's go for a ride.
Hold your head and cry,
Hoping you won't die.
As the car begins to crash,
Your future turns to ash.
The dreams you dreamt,
The love you truly meant,
Doesn't matter anymore.
As you are dead,
Bleeding out on the concrete floor.
At first it was just a drink,
Until you died in the leather seat,
Of that burning car.
The news will be told,
Of your friends and family,
Young and old.
Twinkle twinkle little star,
Don't drink that drink,
Don't drive that car.
YOU ARE READING
A Handful Of Darkness
PoetryDreams turn to nightmares, Nightmares turn to dreams. Wishes turn to fears, Or maybe that's what we believe. Tears turn to smiles, And the pain goes away. Maybe one day, You'll be okay.
