Death Wish

Death wish Praying for cancer like a convict prays for parole, just blow out my brains and sell whatever remains as poor white trash. I’d even accept kidney failure as a secondary to the revenge you dished out. ‘You busted her balls and that was the last thing she needed’ I heard someone say in a dream. Revenge is dished out like desert filled with bacteria that eats holes in your liver and works it way slowly to the heart. May-be this, may- that, may-be, may-be, may-be not. You don’t even know me and you left me feeling not good enough, not acceptable enough as a person. So come on grim reaper, why do you make me wait. By White Trash