Third Challenge Piece

Feb 03, 2010 20:17

Title:  Lost
Author:  Kateifer
Theme/Prompt:  Getting lost again
Rating:  T

Word content:  338
Start time: 8:00pm
Finish time:  8:14pm
Author's Comments:  I just started typing and this came out…  I have no idea where it comes from really.  It meets my challenge though >:3


Lost again?

Figures.

I see you here a lot.

This cold dark place ‘aint right,

Not for someone like you.

That bottle in your hand,

That’s your one-way ticket.

It brings you here every time,

Without fail.

This ‘aint the place for you sweetheart.

Lost again?

It’s getting to be too much?

You say that every time.

Repeating your same sob story.

Work, kids, no one to help, it’s too much.

That bottle in your hand,

It’s your rock.

Your solid ground.

What keeps you going

When it gets to be too much.

Lost again?

You really gotta stop coming here.

All that’s here for you is loneliness.

I’m just a little voice in your head.

I’m not good company.

That bottle in your hand,

It may be comforting now.

But baby, all that’s in there is poison.

It’s sweet at first and it feels nice.

But at the rate you’re going, it’ll kill you.

The way back isn’t too hard.

But apparently the ticket’s so nice,

Too hard to give up.

You gotta put it down and see,

Your destination isn’t what you want at all.

Rip up that ticket.

Get a new one, a better one.

One that’ll take you places.

Maybe something or someone

That’ll actually give you real comfort.

The way back isn’t so hard,

Just look at a map and find a new way.

Darling, you’re meant for bigger places than this.

I know it, and you should too.

Come on, give it a shot.

Rip up that ticket,

Throw them all away while you’re at it.

That temptation to come back,

You don’t want it around.

I don’t want to see you here again dollface.

Get out of here,

Get rid of those tickets.

I’m tired of seeing your mug.

This cold street you’re walking on

Is my turf.

This turf isn’t for a pretty thing like you.

It’s not really meant for anyone.

So turn around and head back home.

Everything isn’t going to get better,

If you stick around here.

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