An Elegy of the Living

I wish death would befall me And struck me just as fast As I have lost all my beauty All my marvels, all the past When tame was the world I lived in And straight the road I walked When no chances were not taken And I knew then how to talk But today darkness would come easy If it'd just sweep me off the ground And take me to places quite weary Anywhere else but this town For I am tired of being happy I am tired of saying fine I am counting the days I'll be set free Then on my wrist three perfect lines t.h.