A colorful, impressive, innocent life,
Sprawled out on a glitzy boulevard.
Those eyes are yelling for acceptance.
Those eyes are asking for attention.
White and black; blue mixed in as well.
A child´s strength simply isn't there.
That's what a family is for
Here, have some of mine.

That's love
(Or something like it).

Blurry stacks filled with lively smoke seeps out of the gray sky.
Reminders of death and love are stuck to the walls.
Its stench is depressing.
Its mark is repulsive.
Even so, there is a ******* hurt within these walls.
Sadness rains from the silver sky, but so does hope.
Each death is comforted by love ones.
For every goodbye, there is a hello.
The reaper believes it to be fair.
It leaves me feeling scared.

I sit here in this hospital chair,
Waiting for my time to rest.
Eventually I'll get there with a smile on my face,
My loved ones will be there, and finally, I'll rest.