One Last Time.

Happiness breaks down,
Like a battered engine,
Hope has two broken legs,
So it can’t run the marathon.

We crafted a plan,
Now the blueprints are covered in alcohol,
The words have been washed away,
The ink loses its identity.

I want to travel to a place,
Where flowers bloom,
Where life isn’t a chore,
Where dreams prosper.

I’m at the standpoint,
Looking in a window,
I see you suck the life out of your lungs,
Smoking and drinking your existence.

So we are losing the will,
And we are nearing destruction,
So give me a pill,
To take the edge off,
I’ll sit with you for one last time.