[Draino]

I feel for the folks who were left behind

Denied access to share one more breath of air

With their soul mate

But instead they live in despair

And reminisce on the good times

And wish it were their time to go

Decompose into the earth

And even with a loving family it's sadly

A worthless comparison, it's hurts i know

Even attempts at simulating the feeling scare me

For i'll slowly arrive at that intersection

And hope we both go to heaven in quick succession

Damn aggression, sulking, grieving doesn't change

The reflection in the mirror, just you

Nothing much to do, watch t.v

Learn how to work a p.c

Use a pick and shovel in the garden

And chat with your close companions

But none can match that sacred stallion

No one can fathom the half decade of a-grade

Love and friendship

Every sentence of hers was a gift sent from god

So what can I say, 84 years of age

I hope I cheer up your day

Make you not wanna pray for relinquishment

Of your life, I felt like quitting 20 times

During the making of despite the odds

But in retrospect that was insignificant

When all the blood sweat and tears you've endeared

Over the tiers of your marriage

Vanished just like that..

So I’ve realised I fear loneliness more than death itself

I don’t want to be old and grey with no one but self

[Muphin]

The old man dwells in darkness

Goes through possibly the hardest part of life

50 years and over he was married to his wife

Things were hella nice, till that final stage

Aged in days, there she lay

Here I pray that he'll be okay

Though in a way things will never get better

I placed a letter in the coffin

And when I drop in to his place

I hug this man, and try to bring a smile to his face

But I could never erase the hurt

He keeps busy hard at work

Feels worth when he can insert a helping hand

I mean where will ya land when your closest friend descends

Her life ends and yours continues

Hard to proceed, when she became more than a want..but a need

Every little deed to be done in the house reminds you of this person

Yearnin for just one more chance, one last glance

One last dance one last conversation

How long this man will be waiting

Pacin...it's hard to manage

Permanent damage a savage attack

How do you react, when ya life becomes flat

And all that shit that used to matter

Scatters on the floor like scrabble letters

I never leave without a wave goodbye, and a honk on the horn

Hoping when he goes back inside he's not feeling scorned

But I realise deep down he's forever torn..

Worn at the soul, worn at the soul