under the ground

when the flames are extinguished a little too late
or the flywheel comes through your skid plate
when the blood runs cold
when your tumors grow older that your children
when the sun sets last on your poor soul
when the agony takes its final toll
and tommorrow is watching from distant shores
i've come visit you under the ground
the bone spurs cut you deep and true
they've made a real damn mess of things for you
and the surgery only prolongs pain
and there's precious little point to go through it all again
just drop in on me under the ground