All the sad ones

all the sad people
take to the desert
and put a bullet into the back of their head

the depressed people
burry alive

Those with happy fates
drown at birth

all the embarrassed ones
their desertion be their coffin

souls paralyzed with fear
lock them in a room with their parents
and the bible

let the most alone
belong to
that existence
of no home,
immortal

line up the miserable people
by no discernible order
and in the streets of their hometown
film their execution by firing squad

let the haunted know
the dawn after their death
those they love most
sing ob la di ob la da

the deaf
know there is no music

when mortality rates
hit an all time low
into mother nothingness

sell the redemption of all myth
to the headshrinkers
for nothing

take me
bend my smile
Irreversible
then bury the remnants
where forever is heard echoing
ones I miss most
laugh an exquisite, dear love with others
who six feet above this fatality
are not alone