The Hangover

How is it that the last one is always one too many?

Or was it the one before that?

When the ability to reason was removed

 

How can you decide to play with death

Only a week after making the bold declaration

That you are no longer interested in such things?

 

How can you put yourself in a situation

Where your plans are threatened

Just because you chose to sink

A little further into the depths?

 

At the time it felt so right

But in the now, death warmed up

So you plot, to start anew

Yet you know, that in your power

You will never start anew

 

So the circle continues

Until the day you decide to look outside

For the power to start anew

 

 

 

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