Hush. The clock is ticking.
I wanna hear it.
You cannot imagine the weight of the pain.
At the doctor’s clinic
I was a beam balance
The weight of life is going up man
I am gonna die
The doctor said so.
A few days to die.
Despite whatever I say
These words are stuck on replay.
She poked at my life
She poked at my brain
It’s here, she says.
The main source of your pain.
I just turned and walked home.
She calls out,
I am sorry. So damn sorry.
So I came home.
I look at me in a mirror
I stick out my tounge.
Fuck man, I am still young.
So yeah, let me be.
Let me at my calender.
I tick off the days to the beat
Of the ticking seconds
The rope of my life has two split ends.
The friends come, man
But what are they gonna say?
Sorry man. Best of luck for what lies beyond.
A pat on the back and a kiss on the cheeks
And then life just goes on.
Let’s go and have some lunch.
The waiter smiles like he is payed to.
I wanna crush that smile.
I wanna break it into a thousand million pieces
How in hell can someone smile
When I am about to fucking die?
Spasm of pain. Paroxym of despair.
Shit man, what an opportunity
To show away that damn vocabulary
And in this life so long, see
What are the last words supposed to be?
It looked so long, but its shit short, she said
Hey man, constructing your epithet?
Ladies and Gentlemen. Please rise.
Mourn the death of your beloved
Shit nurse, what’s this guy’s name?
Oh yeah, put on that slow music.
Nah. Fuck it. Chuck it,
There are five people out here
Musta come out for lunch and free beer.
So yeah, life’s so short man.
Why worry about that long future plan?
All you need is a six foot place of land
A few grand to make the funeral grand.
So welcome the rain. Let it wash away the pain.
Let it wash away every semblance of a creature.
Madam, here’s the newest fertilizer.