i yearn and wish to die so bad,
after all, life is but a mere passing fad
im over it, not into the trend
but to think of all of those id offend,
is but a minor trifle upon my plate,
aches and torpor have grown of late.
how many more cold sweats must i endure?
unfit for a future held so unsure?
no promises no reparations
quite frankly, it seems ive lost all patience.
i think in the car, as others whiz by
of what i crave the most, and sigh
if only a van would kindly collide
with my car and flip it on its side.
then i could bleed out and my soul could escape
close the doors, let down the drape,
powder my face and comb back my fine hair
a slice of my peace id be willing to share.
alas, i open my wallet, and sadly must i say,
death is just too high a price to pay.
