Crawling along the trash-strewn floor through the mess of life I’d made

Hung-over and withdrawing and every inch of me afraid

And nothing I could tell myself could take away my fears

And all excuses crumbled in the face of all those wasted years

 

I’d blamed my Mom, blamed my Dad, blamed each friend I’d ever had,

Blamed that I was born on Monday or was it that I was just born bad

Blamed the chances that I’d never known, the ones I’d missed or didn’t earn

Said too much of me was wanted and not enough given in return

 

It’s over. It’s over. I just cannot go on

It’s over. It’s over. This night won’t reach the dawn.

 

I prayed as I drew further, half-expecting a bright white light

When I chanced to look up, and saw a shimmer to the right

And there it sat, a Devil, on a chair beside the door

With a choir of sirens singing, as I sprawled upon the floor

 

Well, that devil was just as surprised as I, that I saw it there and then

For few had seen it for what it was, since it could not remember when

In one hand it held a bottle of booze, and in the other it held some pills

And I knew right then the truth, in how I had lost this test of wills

 

It’s over. It’s over. I just cannot go on

It’s over. It’s over. This night won’t reach the dawn.

(The siren chorus seductively intones)

Alcohol … Heroin … Cocaine … Cannabis … Opium … Uppers … Downers … Hallucinogens … Ecstasy … Meth … Crack …

 

It’s over. It’s over. I just cannot go on

It’s over. It’s over. This night won’t reach the dawn.

 

Well, I might have had some problems and things that didn’t go my way

And I might have had more reason than some to waste my life away

But there was still that devil sitting, with its pills and with its booze

And if I tried to test the power it owned, I was surely going to lose.

 

Summoning every ounce of pain and hope, I pushed myself to stand

And that devil smiled and it offered me the comfort in each hand

I hung my head, I trembled deep then I stepped towards the door

And whispered low yet whispered no, I’ll dance with you no more

 

It’s over. It’s over. I just cannot go on

It’s over. It’s over. I just might reach the dawn.

I just might reach the dawn.

 

It’s over. It’s over. It’s over. It’s over …….

A posting from Kevin McGill’s The Possible Ks

Canadian Satire, Poetry, Social Justice Commentary & Inspiration

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