LIVING A DEAD LIE

Every day people die silently
And the death acts violently
No one mourns, no one cries
Except a few, who in the guise
Of their sophisticated manners
Under many emotional banners
Shed scented tears
Thinking about the coming years
Holding their kids’ little fingers
Greet each other with quiet zingers
They walk with the coffin
And it happens often
As if being dragged by angels
That mystic knot untangles
Life is no more life to them
Death is no more death to them

With pale faces and withered eyes
Sliding to the grave, as the coffin rope unties
They hum for salvation
In an air of apathy and annihilation
Tick Tock Tick Tock Tick Tock….
Round and round runs the clock
Behind the foggy glass of coffin
They will not see them now too often
For the last time, they are seeing
Their lifelong love fleeing
Grown-up fingers, wipe dried up tears
Scatter soil and the coffin glass disappears…

On the way back homes
With the little gnomes
Try to hold those fingers tightly
OH! they have slipped away, quietly
With pale faces, withered eyes
They see their souls flying to skies
Angels drag them back to the coffin
And this is what happens often
Sophisticated manners, scented tears…
Here comes the truth with worst of fears
No one lives no one dies
Life is nothing but a mess of lies
We call it the process of decay
And people die silently every day...