REDRUM
It's never just a sip
But here's a tip;
It's hard to swallow
Forget a cup, you're facing a whole bottle.
And the cause is rough,
The effect is tough as it goes down.
Hard to say it,
So I flipped the word around.
REDRUM,
The thought about it spelled backward made you want to double over the bottle,
Full throttle into a hangover because it was hard to cope with
Then it hit,
After a swig of the fifth,
You start to feel sick.
Heart raced from slow to fast,
Feelings last-ing forever,
Heart pressed on the gas to go wherever.
Because of the sudden drunken daze in front of your eyes,
That certain faze takes over your body.
The taste is nice but it never ends sweet,
A nice tall bottle knocks you off your feet.
Then you're gone passed out, your heart slowed accepting defeat.
Dear God, please watch over this beings body,
They've been possessed by some occurrence that I not say.
I hope you watch over them,
For me, for way more than a few days.
Hands drenched in the blood-red liquor,
Heart slowing down quicker.
It was over,
Still hungover,
Fallen soldier in view,
That human being I knew.
Tears streamed down my face,
The whole scene was a disgrace,
Downing a cold bottle of REDRUM,
It has a serious and unforgettable taste.
Subliminal signs,
Written in rhymes between lines,
Goes in-depth of time,
Of one, a victim of crime.
I breathe in to exhale, so I'll say it.
They drank the bottle of red rum.
And when I say they did more than just hurt her,
Hungover from the fact,
Its no getting it back,
That the RedRum that was consumed was MURDER.
