Death Will Guide You

What a piece of s**t you are;

What a waste of space.

No one will flinch at your pain,

And you'll soon just be replaced.

 

You are such a pathetic excuse

For what a person should be.

Now we'll cut loose the threads

And see if you can stand on worthless feet.

 

Sell your troubles to those who don't care.

Drown your worries in pill bottles.

They aren't full enough to mend and repair

A broken heart and smoke-filled lungs.

 

Death calls out to numb the pain,

Whispers in your ear that it's okay.

Death pulls you in to a warmer day.

Death, take my hand and guide the way.

Reviews

[Arthur Crow]

This stings hard and death has a strong voice... well written!

[Sunflower]

I like this write even though it worries me.