The Dearly Departed
Night by night, day by day
Your name remains the same
Each person stepping out of their way to let you through
And all the while you refuse to look at them
Your status showing them as ants to you
Only the best survive at your level
Don't think you haven't escaped death…not by a hair
Everyday you're being targeted
Yet you know all the right moves
Your spirit has been mutated into the unknown
A curse spreads throughout the city
Everyone is only slow motion to you
The rules have changed
Anyone who dare questions your authority
A smile forms in your mouth
The next minute they fall like dominoes
Each one causing a chain reaction which only strengthens the odds
The connections you possess are unbearable
Just as those who target you and suddenly they become the watched
The blood spills onto the pavement
And all the while you walk out without a stain
No one dare tries to help him
What do the police know about poetic justice?
Take your time and breath
He rounds the corner and blends into the wall
Where does his money come from?
The materials he possesses means as much as life itself…nothing
For years he has been the picture of American mafia
Yet…he refuses to go by that title
As long as he's in charge
You will treat him as a friend
A favor is but a favor, a life is but a life
A world without order…is chaos
Everyday that passes, all the hours wasted
You've sat in your chair letting your mind decay
Taking you one step closer to pulling the trigger
At night, he watches you become less weak
Waiting for the right moment to brain wash
Offering you endless dreams
When you don't realize
His gun goes into your side
Boom, you're dead