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*Your sacred Freind-A bottle of Gin*
I smell it from your breath,
I smell it from your skin,
Your sacred friend,
You bottle Gin,
It has now become your deadly sin,
It has become destructive,
It's killing everything,
I knew you were bad,
Tell me Why you were feeling so sad?
I told you not to do it,
Why must you put me through all this stupid shit?
You made a confession,
and told me it was your depression,
Theres nothing i could do,
Im 500 Miles away from you,
When i was young you and mummy gave me to somebody new,
You sit there in that chair,
No expression just a vacant stare,
Your clothes they are falling from you,
Not even a lace was in your shoe,
The tears they fall from your face,
No health within you Not even a trace,
Eventually you lay there in intensive care,
It has got the best of you,
Your helpless, theres nothing you can do,
As i enter the room,
I feel nothing but gloom,
You weigh almost nothing,
Your irritating blankets you keep pushing and shoving,
I hold your hand,
I cannot bring myself to cry,
Dont do this dad,
Please dont die,
Why did you drink?
I wish you would think,
All these machines attached to your body,
And slowly in pumps the morphines,
I love you dad,
I promise im not mad,
Pull through this,
I'll give you one final kiss,
As i leave the door,
I cant cope with this anymore,
I dont want to smell it again,
I dont want to hear it was ever your friend,
Your sin that put you here,
Your sin it strikes my fears,
Your only sin,
That bottle of Gin.
