GhostMachine
11/01/07, 11:17 AM
It's not finished just yet, but hopefully I'll finish it soon.
Colors swirl in a haze of heroin induced fantasies,
dreams cascade down boulevards where dark clowns scream,
and in the silence ambulances' screech.
Laughter fills the hospital bed,
waiting rooms are covered in the dead,
and the tears of the living flood my lungs,
while news of the dearly departed echo with sound of a gun,
the scene is never really done,
the pain reminds so much of zombies chewing on bodies,
hearts are ripped apart as the vacancy sign glows.
Hotel rooms and funeral home lobbies,
covered in stories of past memories,
words fade out like history lessons,
everyone seems to forget them,
while the body lay so still...
eyes shut and full of hell.
Colors swirl in a haze of heroin induced fantasies,
dreams cascade down boulevards where dark clowns scream,
and in the silence ambulances' screech.
Laughter fills the hospital bed,
waiting rooms are covered in the dead,
and the tears of the living flood my lungs,
while news of the dearly departed echo with sound of a gun,
the scene is never really done,
the pain reminds so much of zombies chewing on bodies,
hearts are ripped apart as the vacancy sign glows.
Hotel rooms and funeral home lobbies,
covered in stories of past memories,
words fade out like history lessons,
everyone seems to forget them,
while the body lay so still...
eyes shut and full of hell.