I'm going through a mixed up time
with my twisted mind
my thoughts and my actions
contradict my rhymes

with all the shit that i've been fed
the life i've mis-led
God should've put me down
but makes me live instead

to proud to throw a tantrum
stuck here, can't run
but contemplating the idea
of dying with a hand-gun

right under my chin
what would it be like then?
is there an afterlife?
will God forgive my sins

I guess we'll find out real soon
after the surreal boom
metaphorically clenses
all of my un-healed wounds

and ends the final chapter
with a sickening laughter
the cock of the gun, the shot
then the splatter

my head violently snaps back
as i feel my skull crack
my body then goes limp
and i begin the dirt nap

my stress and problems decrease
as i feel the release
of my last resort
making me one of the deceased
 
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