The Neo-Mortician

The slo'mo action replay shows a pliant twisted face

The child runs screaming wildly

To the newly bloodied place

His hostage breathes in hitches

A car speeds in the distance

Blood soaked on the windows

Breathes his final breath

Fast forward to the future

To the man with tortured heart

The one who steals the bodies

Before rigor mortis starts

His wife now staring blankly

Her whispers float away

His grief propels him onward

Bring her back some day

There's a manor in the country

Lts rooms are occupied

But never laughter ventures past its doors

A dry and sterile coldness

In the rooms they never die

But neither life is cradled in its walls

By day he's a physician

A well respected man

His surgery has saved so many lives

An unknown neo-mortician

A saviour for the damned

But he knows that he is running out of time

He has contacts in the zoos

But they never know his name

Desperation brings them to him

For their rare and precious game

And society's elite

Have a casket waiting for them

Never meeting him in life

Sleeping in the cold unending night

There's a manor in the country

All its rooms are occupied

But never laughter ventures past its doors

A dry and sterile coldness

In the rooms they never die

But neither life is cradled in its walls

Now the years torment his presence

As his gnarled and wrinkled hands

Rub his temples as he tries just one more time

And he falls upon the carpet

There's a whisper in the air

And his wife's hand reaches for him

And her cries come back to haunt him

As he fades she comes alive

But he's not there

There's a manor in the country

All its rooms are occupied

But never laughter ventures past its doors

A dry and sterile coldness

In the rooms they never die

A woman sobs eternal

In its walls