Death Rhyme
I sit alone and wonder why
Why don’t I have the guts to die?
There’s nothing new that can be done
There’s nothing true that can be won
I look around me as I sigh
Eyes clear, I see the great big Lie
“It was for you that Christ has died,”
is what you’re saying smug with pride
It is your pride that makes me sick,
With that you’ve made it all a trick
And if you knew your history,
You’d see you’re holy for a fee
You know it’s just yourself you serve,
You know you have a lot of nerve
Why do you lie, and to yourself?
I see you do it for your health
Until your eyes are opened wide,
You’ll never know that you have lied
But when you do, you’ll gnash your teeth
And moles will laugh from underneath
Around, around, around I go,
But I don’t move, that much I know.
My life, it’s just the same old skit,
I’m coming closer bit by bit
There is no place I’ve ever fit,
In hell, you think I’ll finally sit
I want to die, I think I can,
So how am I to do it then?
I think I’ll shoot between my lips,
I only hope my hand won’t slip
The gun I want, it’s down the hall
My brains will fly and then they’ll fall
You will be shocked, you’ll say amazed,
“I did not know she was that crazed.”
You’ll hate my guts, a suicide!
Though do you know I’ve tried and tried?
But, there’s my boy, he’s just a pup,
And I must wait til he grows up
‘Cause if I don’t he will go mad,
For he will think he was too bad
He has a right to try this life,
But is it right to hide the strife?
He is small and so has magic,
He can hide from all things tragic
Like him, I tried this too, but found
That when you’re grown, there’s none around
Now don’t be sly and try to lie,
You see yourself that I must die
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