Midnight and last phone calls
are made with broken voices.
Hurry, quickly, and fast.

Don't waste time they are coming,
and those promise you made to all
your friends and family are ready
to cash in on their chips.

The pawn store is closed so that
last chance to buy the metal is gone.
The pharmacy is closed and everything
from colds and destruction has
been last called.

Speed up and dash cause their on
their way to your house.
Stab out the last cigarette.

Letters lay in a neat pile,
and the last soundtrack of your life
lingers in the silent air.
Kiss the last star light,
and hug the last hope.

Cause your going to greet them
with darkness in this tragic hour.
Death lingers like a fly,
and maybe this time you won't
redeem it for a coupon of
one more chances.

The door is opening and let
the syrup flow through your
wrist as you weakly smile
for the last time.

As you become cold,
and they rush to solve
the problems of humanity,
but it's gone and the gasp
and sigh is sending the soul
past them.

07/17/2008

Posted on 07/17/2008
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