just another
body in the gutter
poor sue or sally
murdered in the back alley
unfortunate joe
gun downed on the way home
lisa died in her sleep
no ones heard from her in a week
cancer took scott
but not before his mind did rot
death is gonna take us all
no one escapes the reapers call
one by one we'll take our turn
buried or frozen or stored in an urn
we'll all be forgotten not too soon after
i believe death is the final chapter

i see coffins
just a bit too often