Life is but the beginning
Of a story called death
A saga that keeps beating
Until my final breath
This weary soul is sickened
Entangled in my head
Sometimes I can't stop wishing
To be pronounced dead
A noose, a bullet
**** it, even a pill
To get me away from
This morbid windowsill
Life is a lesson to be learned
But doesn't come with instructions
Every time I solve one issue
I'm stalked by more obstructions
Sanity is but an illusion
A deceitful trick of the mind
Raining memories upon me
That I'd rather leave behind
A noose, a bullet
**** it, even a pill
To get me away from
This morbid windowsill
I wish I'd been given a warning
About how my life would be
But this heart reflects the mistake
That was the birth of me
My death will come with relief
From me and the world all the same
So let me go, let me burn
In my own ever-raging flame
A noose, a bullet
**** it, even a pill
To get me away from
This morbid windowsill
Apr 6, 2013
Apr 6, 2013 at 8:29 AM UTC
Life is but the beginning
Of a story called death
A saga that keeps beating
Until my final breath
This weary soul is sickened
Entangled in my head
Sometimes I can't stop wishing
To be pronounced dead
A noose, a bullet
**** it, even a pill
To get me away from
This morbid windowsill
Life is a lesson to be learned
But doesn't come with instructions
Every time I solve one issue
I'm stalked by more obstructions
Sanity is but an illusion
A deceitful trick of the mind
Raining memories upon me
That I'd rather leave behind
A noose, a bullet
**** it, even a pill
To get me away from
This morbid windowsill
I wish I'd been given a warning
About how my life would be
But this heart reflects the mistake
That was the birth of me
My death will come with relief
From me and the world all the same
So let me go, let me burn
In my own ever-raging flame
A noose, a bullet
**** it, even a pill
To get me away from
This morbid windowsill
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