Clouding of Conciousness

Scarred, senile minds

Insane from the wait for death

As we watch them die

We can only laugh...

Crawling with a seizure

On the puke drink your own piss

How savoring are feces

When your head's in the toilet seat

No medications can control the old

Gang green formation

A sick brain unfolding

Clouding of consciousness

Virtually rotting humans

Sadly roam the pensions

Morbid feeling up your spine

The smell of death will hunt you

They should be put out of their misery

Hellbound they shall suffer in reality

They should be thrown on a stinky pile

They must die