| The Boy Who Really Needs - Poetry | |||||||||||
| DOOM I can't cry for you now And endless list of lost lives tragic deaths innocent bystanders Doom awaits Death comes slowly in many forms Gunshot wound to the chest broken heart old age mad cow-disease or plane crash don't breathe don't eat meat don't procreate don't drink too much but drink enough don't smoke don't laugh too hard but don't be too serious don't die when God calls you we'll find a way to prolong your misery Doom awaits Death comes slowly in many forms |
PASSED OUT The night is blind I cannot see everything's dark I scream, I scream, I scream but I don't wake up I run, I run, I run but I can't escape there's no exit in sight They're coming I hit him with a shovel but he won't die they're coming and there's no escape Everything's twisted not quite as it should be not as it should be at all | ||||||||||