the lights are out.
i can't believe with all my hard-spent dollars,
and this is how it all turned out.
lying in my tomb
to shield me from the day.
hands folded neatly 'cross my chest
as if i've got something to say.
but i will tell no tales.
no source of comfort, i.
i will not speak when spoken to.
i cannot tell a lie-
i did it with my li'l axe.
i did it clean and through.
i cannot say to anyone,
"look what you made me do!"
i'm all alone.
nothing can harm.
it's awful dark at six feet deep,
and i'm feeling quite alarmed.
humidity is rising
as hysteria sets in.
i'm starting to breath heavy
as the oxygen runs thin. . .
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