Bang!

………..Now put me in the ground and let me become nothing, tired of being something, tired of hope, nope, life was a rope-a-dope, and too much for me to handle, I hit all the buttons on life’s panel, and still I’m going down, living life exposes the death process more, even while rich I felt poor, darkness has touched my core, I enter a room and spirits run out the back door; my words make them think I can see them, if only they knew I wish I could free them, I don’t have to see them, soon I’ll be them, I feel the pull of the next world, as if this one don’t exist, every morning I rise with a closed fist, angry cause I’m still there, my whole life I felt I was forced to be here, death is always near, even the strong and wise, and those that wear disguise will one day receive life’s final prize, death is much smaller than an eye of a needle, cause our bodies feel only life can feed you, but there appears to be something on the other side of death that needs you.