Club Drink

Waking up in the dark, dazed and confused.

In a room of emptiness, sadness and bad news.

My clothes are torn and ripped apart with blood dripping from my face.

The room is spinning, my stomach is hurting and Im not in my own place.

The last thing I remember was being at the club with all childhood friends.

As I look up and open my eyes, I didnt recognize these men.

My legs were heavy, my strength was gone, and I fought to stay awake.

I heard their laughs, I heard their cheers, I heard the music play.

I closed my eyes and woke up again to find me all alone.

I had no money, I had no keys and I didnt have my cell phone.

I walked a mile in the pouring rain until I seen a ranger.

I reported what happened and learn to never take a drink from a stranger.