Suicidal Tendencies
Death,
So misunderstood,
So misjudged,
It’s a final rest to all chaos,
It’s a backdoor to a final escape.
Death,
It’s got kind of a peaceful sound to it,
A way to leave all of the hectic incarcerations of life behind you,
No one really knows what lies beyond when you close your eyes for the last time,
But it can’t be worse than being taken away from everything you know and love.
Death,
I imagine it’s completely black,
No more thoughts to pain you,
No more people thinking you’re a complete failure,
No more pain,
No more hurt,
No more.
Just complete relaxation.
Death,
Kind of scary to think about at first,
But when you start to think,
I mean really think about putting the cold barrel of the gun to your fevered temple,
And slowly squeezing the trigger to allow you to fall into eternal slumber,
You get kind of a blissful calm feeling.
Death,
It always helps to know I have an escape,
A way to leave the living and move on to be with the dead,
A way to stop all the judgments,
A way to let go of all responsibilities forever,
Or maybe just a way to finally be happy,
Death,
It just sounds so… nice.
,Andrew Greening
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