Am I better off Dead?
or am I better off a quitter?
sigh...
I dont know how I'm still alive
I poured Wine
But the truth is
I drank
sweet poison
from the serpents Cup
Why didn't I stop
I knew what it was
but still I swallowed anyway
Now I'm intoxicated
slowly it brings me to my death
should I remain in the Chapel
or should I throw my hands up like others
before me?
I'm hurting
But
I wear a smile
Cause I swear they'll never see me cry
You are the antidote I need
But they say I cant be cured
Then there is no Hope for me
So like a Groom left at the Alter
I run to my local bar
but...
after the drugs are done
I still feel like dying
My Cup is better...
Let steady Hands be your Guide
and
Choose your cup wisely
cause you'll have to drink from it.
Writting By. Dwight Mckie