O how they cope

O how they cope

Laying lifeless on the floor pooled in blood
Stabbed by a beautiful knife
Bound by a gorgeous lamp cord with exposed wires cutting through skin
Gaged by a silk panties that muffled the noise
O how they cope

Relocated to a rusty ice box in the morgue
It’s cold dark no windows no sounds no doors
Empty beakers on the dirty floor that were once filled with foul fluids
Strong odors of chemicals filled the air
O how they cope

Trapped in clean plastic thinking of what it was to breath
No birds to chirp no choir to preach the rock is near
Once finally landing they are struck on the head and heart
O how they cope

With gears turning and hands passing by
The casket starts to crack allowing wind to blow and sun to shine
The sound of rivers and streams awaking
Feeding grass to grow and flowers to bloom
We all mustn’t let death defeat
Time can heal any wound
O how they cope

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