Please Make It Stop

At the end of the road 

Running for 

Confused in a cage 

Evil voice's 

Leading me to the top

I emptied my gun

I'm done 

Pitchfork 

The ocean is right there 

Birds feeding on my corpse

People still feeding on my brain 

Straight jacket 

I'm done being used 

I'm useless 

A robot I plugged in a garage 

No prom collage 

I can't donate 

My mind

My heart 

A soul

Soulmate 

Late night mate 

Coffin crazy 

Trapped in a maze

Please 

Their following me 

In the light 

I try to stay in 

So scared in this Cell

Death row

These are my last words