GhostMachine
11/20/07, 02:18 PM
"Memento Mori- death is inevitable."
Shotgun up on the wall,
Taunts the suicidal children in the hall,
While patients scream at white coated bastards,
Needles leak of liquids designed to sedate the mind.
Hallways full of bleach and gurneys,
Ambulance calls fill in between the noises so sweetly,
While families sit in waiting rooms,
Never wanting to hear the bad news.
But death comes so serenely,
While the victim might die painfully,
They are whisked away like life was nothing.
City streets covered in chalk lines and yellow tape,
Bullet shells littering elementary school playgrounds,
While needles slowly cause a little sting,
When children playing in a field fall,
And find where the drug addicts are,
Safety stops only when you leave your home,
Cause drunk drivers make a living,
Trying to not to swerve.
But death comes not matter what we do,
And in the end it’ll hurt,
More than you could ever know.
Decline in the stasis of life,
Broken records fill the stores,
Slowly we take our last breaths,
Slowly we fall to the sea…
Oh and death comes so sweetly,
Embracing the warmth of cold arms,
together we walk away from all this harm.
Shotgun up on the wall,
Taunts the suicidal children in the hall,
While patients scream at white coated bastards,
Needles leak of liquids designed to sedate the mind.
Hallways full of bleach and gurneys,
Ambulance calls fill in between the noises so sweetly,
While families sit in waiting rooms,
Never wanting to hear the bad news.
But death comes so serenely,
While the victim might die painfully,
They are whisked away like life was nothing.
City streets covered in chalk lines and yellow tape,
Bullet shells littering elementary school playgrounds,
While needles slowly cause a little sting,
When children playing in a field fall,
And find where the drug addicts are,
Safety stops only when you leave your home,
Cause drunk drivers make a living,
Trying to not to swerve.
But death comes not matter what we do,
And in the end it’ll hurt,
More than you could ever know.
Decline in the stasis of life,
Broken records fill the stores,
Slowly we take our last breaths,
Slowly we fall to the sea…
Oh and death comes so sweetly,
Embracing the warmth of cold arms,
together we walk away from all this harm.