CURVES OF SORROW
The smell of beer still lingers in the air
Better leave now while the coast is clear
A wasted life recaptures the past
Little does he know that a shadow has been cast.
Another drink
Soon it fills his glass
He sits and he wonders which road that he passed
The road that would have led him far from this place
The road that could have very well put a smile on his face
Deep down he knows new roads lie ahead
If he misses his next turn he'll probably be dead.
His heavy darkened circled eyes
Were not a bit surprised
That there have not been many things
He has seen in his life.
He only knew of just one taste
His lips around the bottle
And the lines on his face
They drew......
They drew a line of sorrow