Sun's Core

An elderly man was clutching a flask He muttered these words through his oxygen mask Son, I've been told as your body grows old Your muscles all melt as your mind starts to mold Then one week later, a sound filled the halls The old man had emptied his skull on the walls The nurses all screamed as they started to run Just as a cold, limp hand dropped the man's gun With my head on the bed, and my leg in a cast I muttered these words through my oxygen mask