This Bitter Pill

Walking away.

It's not the same as running.

Is it to you now 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.