Walking away.

It's not the same as running.

Is it to you know that

You've run in this ground.

And you say take this.

This medicine is

Just what you deserve.

Swallow, choke, and die.

And this bitter pill

Is leaving you

With such an angry mouth.

One that's void

Of all discretion

Such an awful

Tearing sound.

With it's measure only equal

By the power of my stare

Glaring over you and over

You this feeling of despair

Is never wearing out.

It's wearing off

And it's leaving you

With such a heavy heart

And a head to match.

The bottle is waiting

The cap is twisted begging to be Used

And so are you