Walking away.
It's not the same as running.
Is it to you know that
You've run in this ground.
And you say take this.
This medicine is
Just what you deserve.
Swallow, choke, and die.
And this bitter pill
Is leaving you
With such an angry mouth.
One that's void
Of all discretion
Such an awful
Tearing sound.
With it's measure only equal
By the power of my stare
Glaring over you and over
You this feeling of despair
Is never wearing out.
It's wearing off
And it's leaving you
With such a heavy heart
And a head to match.
The bottle is waiting
The cap is twisted begging to be Used
And so are you
