The Waiting Room

In the waiting room
Every thing's quite
Because death came to soon
For those who laughed about dying

The walls were white
The floor black
It was an awful sight
The whole place was whack

I didn't want to look
Their faces looked horrible
I wish there was a book
With something adorable

When you finally die
The room is where you'll go
You'll either sink or fly
You just never know