A Ballad for the Second Nature

A long time ago,

In the middle of the night,

Thrown out at 12'oclock

Just another night

Poison coarsing through his veins

tears freezing now.

Thoughts sprinting through his head

Wondering why and how

Walking to the pub next door

Drink the pain away

Probabtion, now broke pieces

But nervers now at bay

Sirens blaring miles away

Popo coming for him

Panic splashing all over him

Slowly feeling grim.

Hand-cuffed and locked away

He will never get out...