• She stood in the center
    The people passed by
    It's really not such a pain to die

    Though you go somewhere with nothing to see
    Nothing really to look at
    And nothing to be

    Just a blank white space
    With not start and no end
    Bearing the way with which you were sent there

    She's got a bent arm
    And a gash in her side
    From a shiny sedan
    That took her for a ride

    Someone taps on her shoulder
    She's slow to react
    But quick to recall
    Someone she didn't think she'd see again

    'Hi Chrissie' He says with a wave of his hand
    'Jim' She replies staring at the rope on his neck