By Dennis   

With trembling fingers and blood shot eyes,
He puts the bottle to his lips.
With haunting memories he plans his demise,
Aware of the pistol he grips.
The tracks on her body are getting to hard to hide.
In her despair she begins to weep.
She's way too high, this is her last ride,
Closes her eyes and goes to sleep.
With burns on his lips from a pipe too hot,
He tries to rob a store,
Things get out of hand and he gets shot,
All over $20 to get some more.
There's another twist to add to the swirl,
Connecting the people mentioned above.
A little blond hair blue eyed girl,
Who misses her parents and brothers love.

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