Dynasty

Pick it all up

Where you left off

When the clock stopped

Made your pulse drop

Down the eight ball

Fate nails the stroke of midnight

I watched friends die

From fentanyl and suicide

I watched you cry

Isolation

And separation

Endless pacing

Through the maze of the graves in my hallway

(Missing the taste) of the dust in the ashtray

How can I

Just stand and watch

All you fucking die?

How many more?

Pushed to the morgue

Death's a prison, (bodies stacked) ceiling to floor

(How many more?)

How many more will have to mourn?

Tell me

Tell me

Emptiness is filling up

Tell me

Broken souls and medical charts

Tell me

God please forgive

Tell me

What life can't fix

Heartbreak carried by six

Crushing the hand of fate before lives were saved

Kingpins of world crisis

Detox, life succumbs to

Low thoughts

Another dynasty killed by pill mills

And padlocked cell blocks

Twelfth stroke

I hang my head