May 2nd

How I love to
Make you smile
So we can start it slowly
And get used to the sound
We can wait here for a while
Before the emptiness is filled
By the commotion that is
The life we live in

These unknown assassins
We acre surrounded
By the people we call friends
They fall one by one
As these machines made for taking life
Do what their purpose calls for
But maybe they have a different function
Maybe they are machines that are made to protect life