The Bell

The chairs are there waiting We each take a turn It doesn't matter that we hate it We all have to return We try to forget As our poison drips Why we've come Or why we sit We smile and pretend That its just a game This couldn't be real Our life is just the same But everyone knows In spite of it all That death is here with us It's given the call So we keep sipping From our toxic remedy And hoping against hope We'll be cured of this malady The bell is in front of us Silent for the moment Its waiting to be rung By the one cured of this ailment We stare at this bell Yearning for the day When it will ring for us And we can forever stay away The sound of the bell Signals the end of this rife For those who come here It means they've been given their life