thejunkyardprocession 5 | Page 13

It was beautiful that day Nimbus clouds filled the sky, and the sun was shining A perfect blue sky Anyone who rose from their beds with a nice stretch would think, “What an innocent, wonderful day.” It was not so innocent Nor wonderful That day someone somewhere got their heartbroken, That day someone somewhere died That day someone somewhere was not born as well as their parents expected That day someone somewhere smoked a cigarette for the first time That day someone somewhere drank for the first time in fifteen years That day someone somewhere overdosed and didn