Thirsty

Tippin' the glass

Pouring more of the wine

Begging himself,

"This must be the last time."

When suddenly a voice

in the back of his mind,

"You still thirsty, baby?"

Shrugging it off

With two shaking hands

He toasted the death

Of modern mortal man

Then that melody vague,

hard to comprehend

"You still thirsty, baby?"

"You still thirsty for me

as I am for you?"

Setting em up

Then knocking them flat

Killing em soft

Burgundy fades to black

That welcomed oblivion

Yet still calling back,

"You still thirsty, baby?"

"You still thirsty for me

as I am for you?"

Deep was the hole

That lie ready to fill

Outside his cellar door

Time holding still

Clutching the bottle

Swallowing the pill

"Yes, I'm thirsty

baby."