Sick Poem by Dislocated Heart

Sickness has arrived..
every laid in bed..
thinkin bout death?
when ashes are gone..
into the wind..
that breath of fresh air,
is no longer a need.

you watch the doctor check the records..
telling you to take off your shirt..
taking a look at your heart..
as you lay still.. heart beating heavier, each time..
making your mind race at a pace..
that makes thinkin even harder..
life seems like its passing you by..
you're done..

he tells you just what is wrong..
shocked, or relief that you have nothing..
its always a scare..

maybe even a lesson to get you bak on track..

the ones that are shocked..
you cant believe what you're hearing..
you walk outta there..
with a blank emotion..
some will even be brought to tears..
crying out for help, to the man above..

We never really think bout it.. till it hits us...
and the ones that do..
God, Save them.. before they head down the wrong road..