Pills

Is time making you upset?
Smoking like a cigarette.
All these words mean nothing more,
but some poetry, for sure.

Nothing ends and nothing rhymes.
Where were you then with your eyes?
They all thought they'd like it too.
They're depression pills to you.

And I'm sure they think you're great.
walking with your death parade.
If there's something you should tell,
make the pigeon ring the bell.