The sweat runs down my brow
the shovel is heavy in my hands
six feet is overkill, but i have reached my goal
the casket is prepped, the suit unstained
the end is near, but not for you

Come and walk with me in death.

Then the thought crosses my mind
"Is this necessary?"
such a permanent solution for a temporary problem

Come and walk with me in death

Do we ever have complete control
when emotions run wild
and the monster, the monster takes hold of you?