Goodbye

Once you're gone,
you're gone for good.
In not too long,
I'll be incased in wood.

Six feet under,
I'd like to be.
Away from the thunder,
away from the grief.

Away from the sadness,
away from the shit,
away from the madness,
'cause that's all I get.

What's wrong with me?
We may never know.
I've found the key!
Found it years ago.

The key is Death,
he takes his toll,
on everyone on Death Row.

I'm in line,
almost up front.
I'm running out of time,
but cannot run.

What to do,
when your time is up?
The shadows approaching,
you're about to erupt.

Depression swallowing you,
every inch of your hollow shell.
No matter how much you avoid it,
you're going to hell.

Apologize for your sins,
as fast as you can!
Before you're torn limb by limb,
but the monster began.

It chewed and ripped,
its way to your core,
and left you bloody and dying,
on your bedroom floor.

A slash on each wrist,
and some pills down her throat.
She won't be missed,
even as they read her note.

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