I don't mean to sound contrived
but I don't want to be alive.
Into death to take a dive
so deep that I do not survive.
Set me free from mortal chore
for life is such a horrid bore.
I just don't like it anymore
and want to walk the golden shore.
Each day is harder than the last
one that has come and now is past.
Untie me now from the mast
for misery is unsurpassed.
Every second getting closer
to the day I am no more sir.
Thought I could be a composer
but I was only a poser.
I wish tonight I could have slept
so death my life could intercept.
In my rest upon me crept
so dawn from my eyes was kept.
I will not end my own life
with pills or jump or steely knife.
I'm just tired of the strife
the tragedy and pain so rife.
I am going to sleep now
and hope and pray and plead somehow.
That the gods do not allow
mine eyes to open on my brow.
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