[patrown]

i hear whispers in the windows
vexation in the vents
damnation through the door frames
it don't make any sense
listen to the banter, head leaning to the left
know my only answers leaping to my death
questions form a riddle..pointing at the truth
endorphins swarm the fear, absorbing them like glue
"Goddamn Marcus! You sweared you wouldn't use!"
fucking needle in my chest?! my faade bitch!
ah shit.. you best not'a written a statement..
paid rent..picked up..now i'm cuffed to a gurney?
I need an attorney! Nurse, where the phone at?
"you're not in trouble sir, just combative on admission
after being legally dead for several minutes,
now we must insist you lower your voice, please."
i know i got a choice in leaving or not, i aint meetin no cops!
"Honey.. don't worry, and please don't be mad,
I threw all the balloons in your bag away in the trash."
double doors open, a white coat with a mask walks in.
pauses his walkman, pulls out a key and says,
"Lets see a smile, Marcus." So he grins to be freed.
with one motion he swings both legs down and proceeds,
to grab a scalpel and turn towards his wife,
just to drop it as his face turns purple and white,
lets out a gurgle and died the second time in a night,
and at that moment, the world seemed so quiet.