GUILTY

        Saturday night came, I drank a load with my friends.
        The music was loud, as I drove around the twisty bends.
        I felt on a high from the alcohol, and my driving was brilliant,
        The roads were wet and slippey, but I wasn't any way hesitant.
        I could hear a voice inside my head tell me to slow down,
        But the voices around me tell me to go faster and not to frown.

        We arrived at the party and my friends all split up,
        I had about fifteen drinks in my big plastic cup.
        The night moved swiftly and soon it was dawn.
        I started my engine as I let out a big yawn.
        A few friends jumped in and thought it was cool,
        that I could drink so much, drive as well and act the fool.

        My confidence was unparalled to none as I drove through the city,
        The street lights were dull, I was tired, but I sought no pity. 
        I followed the road markings loosely and turned the corners sharply,
        My friends had dozed off, I was not thinking of our safety.
        I went around a block and met a car,
        I turned a corner and saw a face from afar.  

        My car hit into the side of hers and sent her flying into the air.
        She wore no belt, but didn't seem to care.
        My car came to a halt half inside hers,
        My heart came to a stop and I sat in tethers.
        Her body lies on the sidewalk, I can hear the sirens approach,
        My friends run away and leave me as if I were a roach.

        I am trapped in my car and cannot get to the other victim.
        She lies on the sidewalk and just keeps saying 'it was him'.
        The guilt overcomes me as I watch her face streaming with blood.
        She cries for her someone to call her mom, I said I would.
        I'm cut from my car and brought to the hospital .
        She is lifted from the sidewalk and removed to the morgue. 

        The day moves on and I sober up in a prison cell,
        My mind is spinning as I have entered a personal hell.
        Why did I drink ?  Why did I drive ?  Why did I kill ?
        The drink I drank drove me to murder as I feel a sharp chill.
        The girl I killed was the same age as my little sister,
        My little sister who drives a car just like her.


                 
               Danny.