I wonder if you'll smile
in our coffins while
loved ones mourn the day,
the absence of our faces,
living, laughing,
eyes awake.
Is this too much
for them to take?
Too young
for ones
conclusion, the life style won.
Such values you taught your son.
That's how.
Look at me now.
I'm broken
Inherit my life.
I'm broken
One day we all will die,
a cliched fact of life.
Force fed to make us heed.
Inbred to sponge our bleed.
Every warning, a leaking rubber,
a poison apple for mingled blood.
Too young
for ones
delusion the life style cost
venereal mother embrace the lost.
That's how.
Look at you now.
You're broken.
Inherit your life.
You're broken.