First Sight

First Sight

So many ways to die, why this?
You don’t know where you are
Who are all these people?

Friends told you it was nothing
A cold, a hoax
Blow over before Easter

But you’re sucking a straw inside your nose
Your hands, so pale
Don’t feel like hands
People talking behind glass
Not talking to you

This room is your last sight
If you want to believe, believe in life
Not those who stole it
They’ll say it was something else, someone else

It’s always someone else
Tonight it’s you