A poem from Dr. Cox to the late John Dorian.

Time Of Death

by ScathingSarcasm

Beeeeeep...

Time of Death, 3:45 AM

Your skin

is a pallor of white.

You blend

with the uniform sheets.

I wonder

why this is happening.

You didn't

deserve this, did you?

You haven't

killed anyone, have you?

I wonder,

why your life is smothered,

while I still breathe freely,

while my skin is a healthy tan,

so unlike your deathly pale...

Beeeeeep...

Scath: Don't laugh, I know it's stupid... I just felt like posting it. I never post poetry.

So suck it up, biznitchz!

Sensibly,

ScathingSarcasm