When the dead become insane
The tramps the down, the ill-arranged
The junkies burning over flames
The fools who couldn’t be renamed
Where do they go to shoot the light
Eat the bread
Kill the night
The times are changing
Tells you on every wall
Don’t expect to be caught
When you jump, get pushed, or fall
The tickets gone my friend
Like the train that didn’t depart
Start queuing up for the next life
Can the hospital have your heart
You’ll have to be quick my friend
The man on the bridge has got a head start.
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Author:
Paul Bell (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: November 9th, 2021 05:22
- Category: Sad
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Comments2
Losers unite? Not sure about this one, Paul.....
The race to hell on drugs.
Ah - should've got that; wrote on the topic myself - ' Peter's Complaint'.
All we think about the struggles
Without enjoying what we have today
And then one day we are on the bridge of rebirth
The cycle of life
We sure are.
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