Slow Cyanide

Look at your friend

Who's sitting aside

Smiling at you

But dying inside

Look at his eyes, they are shining gay

Just like the sun on the Hudson bay

All this shine is to confide

That he is alive but on cyanide

He looks so lively

But crucified inside

You think he is radiant

But his eyes never lied

Talk about the whys and where

Let him know that you are there

Lift his chin and make him smile

Maybe he can walk one more mile.