Slaughter me with laughter
plague me with your cure
in this happily ever after
that's never been more obscure
the rhymes were riddled with wonder
wondering why we ever feared
while being buried six feet under
if all hope has disappeared
we tried to rhyme the reasons
to which we could not find
while stagnant in all four seasons
the light was left behind
our wasted lives left searching in devastation
for just one glimpse into what holds our salvation
while all along hope was lurking in the air
while hung from the rafters with care.
