Lower my casket
Bury me alive
The dirt I once shoveled, has swallowed me inside
This pine box of a cage
Left with no room to escape
But to sleep for eternity, with the mistakes that I've made
A soul that was pure
Has now been plagued
By demons who torment, my mind with endless pain
Left here to rot in pieces
Though my heart never ceases
To remind me how careless I was, of throwing it all away
So as I choke on these words
I'm sent to a state of oblivion
Mixing too much whiskey and Ambien, with no intentions of ever seeing the sun
Self-destruction was on my mind
The very moment I picked up that gun
Hope was the only thing keeping me alive
You were that hope
When you left, I died
-C.a.M.-
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