Thursday, June 25, 2009
Act_VIII
Patients in hospitals go in and out
There are those who come out proud
Sadly some never get out
The only thing that has the power
To determine the fate of their final hour
Lies on the height of their own will's tower
Only the will can bring forth the healing shower
If your will to live on is gone
Death's switch is already turned on
Your entire life's work already willed to your son
Fingers ready to trigger that gun
Hoping it'll end before the rise of the sun
Giving yourself a head start to the run
A race to heaven, the place filled with fun
Doctors and nurses
Face death from the surface
Before sending them downwards; the undertaker's purpose
The priest arrives to lift all cruses
Muttering his final holy verses
The black parade's tears resembled by threads
A picture of all their heart's broken in shreds
Going through memories depths, trying to close the distanced gaps
But the flashbacks of the memories still continuously lap
Thinking back, what did we all lack
Maybe its was our neglect of the people around us, that actually got us sacked
All we can do now, is just think back
Cherish the memories that we all had
All these memories of the long gone left
Bring back times filled with sorrow
Wasn't life supposed to be, live love laugh?
Rather than being criticized as a shallow
Why is life so hallow
Always covered in shadows
Why cant life be like marshmallows
As gentle as my bed's pillows
leavemeALONE;
thepain
