The Loss
I know of a life changing fact,
that's really quite fantastic.
We're slowly losing all of our flesh,
and turning into plastic.
We think we know the things we feel,
and go about our day.
Never thinking twice about pain caused
by the things we do and say.
They things lie deep within us all,
Things we hide from even ourselves.
These feelings change the look of our souls,
kept and collected in jars on our shelves
Angry, infected with pus,
a would inside us there does lay.
From the fire that died deep inside of us
Because we locked it so safely away.
The darkness is here to stay.
And the world has gone grey and cold.
Still we fail to see the life we've given away
And the things that we've really sold.
