Monday, February 6, 2012

Zoloft

Death is like a flight going down
You reach a peak in your life; then you fall
Further and further, until you crash

A corpse in a blood-stained gown,
She never saw the murderer in her lover, handsome and tall
Death is like a flight going down

Icarus put a warning into the back of his mind but found
that the wings his father fashioned melted when he went too tall.
Further and further, until he crashed.

There are people who smile outwardly but inwardly frown
They make jokes to hide the fact they want to die curled in a ball
Further and further, until they crash

The silent echoes of days that passed without a sound
The flashes of blinding darkness that accompany the night from winter to fall
Further and further, until we all crash

Death does not care who we are, to him, we're one big improper noun
From monks at monasteries to kids at malls
Death is like a flight going down
Further and further, until you crash

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