No tears will fall
No sad songs sung
No heads hung in despair,
No black limousines
Or flower wreaths
People just won’t care.
No poems read
or candles burned
No flags lowered halfway.
For everyone who’s still alive,
it’s just another day.
No flowered cards of sympathy
Or condolences to be shared,
No crying faces tagged on Instagram
Because no one really cares.
You'll leave this world as you came in
cold and all alone.
A pale, lifeless, skinbag
Filled with blood and guts and bones.
Mar 9, 2015
Mar 9, 2015 at 2:10 PM UTC
No tears will fall
No sad songs sung
No heads hung in despair,
No black limousines
Or flower wreaths
People just won’t care.
No poems read
or candles burned
No flags lowered halfway.
For everyone who’s still alive,
it’s just another day.
No flowered cards of sympathy
Or condolences to be shared,
No crying faces tagged on Instagram
Because no one really cares.
You'll leave this world as you came in
cold and all alone.
A pale, lifeless, skinbag
Filled with blood and guts and bones.
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