Darkness

Death could never come quick enough.

When all is black and still;

I rejoice in the peace, the visions,

floating past my soul.

Death could never come quick enough.

With knives that cut and

depression that cuts even more;

as with a drop of blood your body 

leaves your soul.

Death could never come quick enough.

White flashes past your sight

With a herald of trumpets your

soul is buffeted to and fro.

Death could never come quick enough.

They say not to take the selfish way out,

but they give you no reason to stay.

So you take your life. 

At the end of the day.

Death didn't come quick enough