Yearning to be free from this torture spree
Burning within every thing that I see
Judging every tree by how easy it\'d be to
Secure a noose and end me
Swinging feet, a breathless beat
Sure would be neat
Because life ain\'t sweet
Every day brings me
More Misfortune to meet
As rotting meat,
Perhaps I\'d be replete
I\'ll be discrete
My search for peace
will be complete