The Chair I Passed Upon

I sit vacantly alone in the dark in my chair

I hope that you are the one who finds me there

To see what has become of the pain that you gave

That built the path that led to my grave

Think about how many times that you made me cry

All of the times that you wished that I would die

Before you there was Sun and happiness all around

After you darkness and loneliness is my only sound

Striations of pain running ghostly through my brain

No thoughts of you will be buried with my remains

I expect no tears to fall or any flowers to be brought

As I pay for the destruction that you have wrought

By sitting vacantly alone in the dark in my chair

I hope that you are the one who finds me there

To see what has become of the pain that you gave

That built the path that led to my grave