5 Senses

Intro

I see the sun creep away
I hear the door close slowly
I taste the whiskey still on my breath
I smell cigarettes on my jacket
I feel the cold on my skin

Shelter from the storm

I see the bills gathered on the table
I hear the phone ringing off the hook
I taste my half frozen microwave dinner
I smell defeat from the past few weeks
I feel the fridge for an ice cold beer

Reflection

I see myself in the mirror. Disgrace
I hear my voice in my head. Annoying
I taste the blood from an open vein. Pain
I smell like cheap cologne. Clown
I feel so alone. Creep

Final Thoughts

I see a handgun in my hand
I hear the lever pull back
I taste the steel of the barrel
I smell the primer ignite
I feel the trigger slip

End