Tuesday 24 January 2012

The Night, The Cut, The Kill.

As we burn it down and loot the ground what are we really taking?
Things that no one needs but still we plead for mobile phones and TV shows

Are we really history in the making.

With a whirlwind of pain, things wrapped in cellophane were held in higher esteem than a life
He was on his way home, never thought he'd die alone, when the open wound came from a knife

So sorry to see you this way.
It's so common,
"It wasn't his day".
Poker faced nurses that have all just rehearsed this cover his face where he lay.

His future wasn't theirs for the taking.

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