It's 3:30 in the morning And I wake up No surpise I always wake up at this time And hear her cries and the screech so loud the blood was pouring out Of my ears and onto the ground All around her No, around the car Its twisted metal bleeding He was staggering around holding that goddamn bottle of booze And I screamed... And they rush into my room syaing, "It's all right, just a bad dream," and try To soothe me to sleep and when I finally do it's A sleep of tortured images and most of all it's blood And booze And blood's dripping All around her.
Reason for writing:
A couple of things inspired me to write this
1. I'm always hearing about drunk drivers killing people
and it makes me sick
2. My dad's sister was killed by a drunk driver
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