My Worthless Death

When the grim reaper comes to take my soul away I will greet him with smiling face and holding Charon’s pay. As his scythe cuts this mortal coil I see all colors turn to grey, bid a silent goodbye to the world and leave my body to decay.
Never happy never knowing solace, left to die alone in silence, no friends no enemies, leaving only my parents to grieve. I chased the pills down with malt liquor. A gun or knife would have been quicker. Now I’m laying on the floor too fucked up to knock at death’s door.
Death come and take me by the hand and lead me away from this barren land. Now I’m going, leaving my body, the only way left to escape. Demons will come and drag my soul down to hell.
The only one present at my funeral is the man who digs the graves and when he knows that no one’s looking see how much time he saves. Body in the incinerator, coffin back to the funeral home and indicated by the marker; an undug grave that holds no bones.