Nec-Romance

I walk this long white corridor,

With corpses either side,

Toe tagged and body bagged,

And soaked in Formaldehyde,

Fluids drained no life remains,

I pass them as they sleep,

I cannot wake anyone of them,

Because their slumber is so deep.

First a man, who was sick to death,

Of the choices he had made,

He found his path to happiness,

On the edge of a razorblade,

He had no life, it didn't matter,

Now he can finally rest,

Now he finds himself on a silver table,

With stitches down his chest.

Second a woman who wasn't ill,

Just simply at that stage,

No sickness or foul play here,

Just a severe case of old age,

She will always be remembered,

A family in dismay,

On a silver table, all pale and cold,

With a smile she will lay.

Last a girl so beautiful,

So gorgeous in her rest,

Eyes rolled back inside her head,

And stitches down her chest,

Once a cherished daughter,

Now a victim of obsession,

I like to brush her hair at night,

Like she is in my possession,

A soul-less splendor lying there,

In a never ending sleep,

I wish she was my girlfriend,

One that I could keep,

I hold her hands to pass the time,

No pulse is there to feel,

Sometimes it feels one sided,

It's like a love that isn't real,

One day she will move on from here,

To a grave so far away,

There's nothing I can do about it,

There's nothing I can say,

I'll just stand there showing no emotion,

As the hearse drives away,

Another corpse I loved and lost,

But tomorrow's another day.