Coffin Companions - Owen

Is this really all there is?

Cough syrup to sleep

'Til an alarm clock reminds us to breathe

What if we don’t set the damn thing?

I suppose it is what it is

Nothing more, nothing less

The lucky ones born into it

The rest of us work

Two sets of fiery eyes

Two sacks of dry skin

Too much to do, too little time

Coffin companions

Early to bed, and weary to rise

A girl with work to do

A boy with two thorns in his side

Of all the coffins

In all the dreadful corners of the world

You chose mine, and I, yours

Singing

And dancing

And aching

Are so overrated

Here lies:

The King and Queen

Of the self medicated

Coffin companions

The whispers found a place to hide

Now we can age with grace and silence

I won’t speak until spoken to

I won’t ask for love like the others do

Just close my eyes and let the medicine kick in