UNGRATEFUL
Loving life till the shit storm makes its way.
Broken promises of a new life wander away.
In love with the night life. It's such a disease.
Sometimes enough is enough. Time to break free.
A slave to the needle that sticks in your arm.
No care about anyone. No care in your heart.
The fever that chills right to the bone.
Look around and open your eyes and see you're not alone.
Broken is the day the fog of tomorrow.
Wasting away your life, wallowing in the sorrow.
A slave I say to whom you follow.
Your maker you'll meet I'm afraid to soon is tomorrow.
So as I say to anyone that will hear.
Life is precious. Life is beautiful.
Open you heart and shed a tear
for the spoiled and ungrateful.
On the bed that is death.
Looking for one request.
It is all that I have left.
But the ear is deaf cannot hear.
the warning sound blaring aloud.
The death march six feet down.
Jay E. Campbell
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