Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Aug 2013
The only lullaby,
In my tired eyes,
Is the bitter taste of alcohol,
The breathtaking smoke,
Of your final cigarette,
And the blood that,
Drips down your arm,
Until you finally pass out.
This lullaby is guaranteed,
To put you to sleep in no time.
Kimberly
Written by
Kimberly  Canada
(Canada)   
Please log in to view and add comments on poems