13 March 2013
(Probably should have put this before, #fiction I don't drink at all)
I've not dranken a drop today ma More like you've not dranken a drop yet so far There's plenty a time I know you too well A drink will be drank by that last orders bell
Yer just like ya father he too was a lush There wasn't a day he drank less than too much But please ma I'm saying, that life's not for me I've stopped, and I'm stopping for good ma you'll see
I've emptied the bottles of whiskey and rum Not a drop in the house, not a drop to be drunk More like you've drank all the whiskey and rum Try as you might boy yer can't fool me son
Yer father he drank all his life from thirteen From that brown liquid devil he never broke free So forgive me not trusting the words that you say I've heard them so often, at least once a day
But mother oh mother, why can't you see He was him and he's gone, I'm here and I'm me So give me your love and support and I swear With your help we can vanquish the demon we fear
*dranken is a word because I said so
Slaying The Demon • Opuss № I