God's Humor Poem by paddy jansen

lying on the ground
only hearing the sound
of my beating heart
with flesh ripped apart

screaming out in pain
sounds get muffled by the rain
veins can be seen
a knife stabbed in ur spleen

blood dripping on the floor
i don't wanne live no more
take my soul away
u start to pray

to the sun, rain or air
or to one that doesn't care
with all thats done to you
u get picked up for round two

sliced flesh everywhere
does ur god even care
ur in so much pain
let me pierce ur brain

finaly it's over u think
then u get a wink
from the sun, rain or air
i'll let u live in despair

with scars everywhere
to show u... i do care