A cold winters night.
The moon did not rise.
This cold winters night.
Was the night of your demise.

You crashed through the door.
With a bottle of beer.
You chugged till the bottom.
To bury your fear.

The night had been rough.
The stars did not shine.
You were ***** and smelly.
And covered in grime.

Pushed in the mud.
Kicked in the face.
Told by every rich man.
To stay in your place.

Money run dry.
Spent on ***** and liquor.
Your ego shrunk to nothing.
Your dignity no more.

You had no reason to live.
You pulled out your gun.
Was it really alright.
To be a coward and run?

No it wasn't ok.
You repeated this over although
Still put the gun to your head.
And painted a scarlet window.