Do Not Resurrect

He turned 7 on his 8th birthday No room for tears on his car shaped bed He prayed for toys the night before He could already smell the dead His heart beat like a car crash The smoke filled his lungs tight The clock ticked like time bombs in his ears His alarm blared with his deepest fears And we'll all soon wake up one day In the coffin of our own minds The gruesome memories we save All the bodies that we waste The cake smelled like his uncles old cologne The taste just like the sweat in his eyes Not a face at the table he could recognize The cheers drown out his cries I propose a toast to the man of today And the corpse of tomorrow