There's a noise outside my window
Another life gun-shot, wounded, gone
Blood in the streets
A quick release..
Children playing
Parents waiting
There where life and death collide
In hospital beds so many recall brighter days
Some wounded by a single phrase
Others hunted down by a violent blaze
Suicide and drug abuse
What do I have left to lose
Numb, anesthetized, willfully sedated
Seduced by this addiction that won't let me go..
Death
who knows its consequence
and how it deprives a soul of significance
Where is the oxygen supplied by love alone
All that's left are a thousand graveyards with names written in stone
Janie Davel
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