Innocence Dies

We live in a world
Where the best is supposed to be made out of unfortunate events
Joy rides turn to freakish nightmares
Laughs become screams
In the flash of headlights
Dirt embankments
And snapped telephone poles

Two unconscience boys
Flipped upside down

With broken reflectors
and dirty glass in their eyes

One wakes under white lights
and doctor's voices
"He's gonna make it"

One wonders if his friend is waiting in the bed beside his
One lives

The other gets a slideshow of his life
Played in a gym

Where everyone cries
But nobody cares

The other gets a poem recieted in a church
With the aroma of hundreds of flowers
Permenting the room

The other dies

We live in a fucked up world
Where the wicked survive
And the purity of innocence dies
Screaming in pain