Ten Past Two
Pumping fluids
Broken, ruined
Helpless, naked
Bleeding, stupid
There's know way I could have known
Never would I have expected
Never would have visualized
Yet I was still somehow subjected
It feels wrong somehow to complain
Yet that's all I can do
I can't seem to deal with the kind of horror
I saw at ten past two
I passed the test of mazes
And crossed the evil gates
Minced words with wicked witches
Was tortured and enslaved
Learned patience from my training
Till they led me down a hall
Passed under a wicked eye
I could hear screaming through the walls
It takes a person I cannot know
To be heartless and to leave
The twitching, swollen, bleeding
broken dying on concrete.
It takes a waste of human life
To be this selfish, cold and cruel
And I'll never forgive the sack of shit
Who slept at ten past two
I can never, ever forget
My life at ten past two
Pumps and sounds and hoses full
As blood drips off his hands
Wires connect the life to time
And spin the second hand·
Reapers watch in pure disgust
Devils contain their own bloodlust
Anticipation lingers as to few fear,
As the hourglass now waits on us.
A stench I can't describe and
Ghosts kept in by fierce bright light
Walls are a sick, sterile white
Bodies huddle round screams and cries
I stared up into the light,
Focused on the glimmering white
Tasting the pain as it burns my eyes
But I kept staring up at the light
Here I stand and there he lies
Vultures circle in the sky
Spirits beckon a new soul to fly
And I keep staring into the light
I am dying but he'll survive
He'll survive
He'll survive
Just keep staring up at the light·
Pumping fluids
Bleeding subsides
Helpless and naked
We all must die
Helpless and naked
It helps not to cry
My mother, My father
Someday we all must die.
The day will come for all of us
When reapers watch us motionless
And devils seize our consciousness
The constant inside all of us,
One thing to count on and always to trust
Life and truth synonymous·
The hourglass runs out of dust.
Mothers, fathers· all of us·