Hymn of Despair, He Sung

I am looking Death in the face,
its icy cold breath freezing my lungs
it brought along his scythe,
and a hymn of despair, he sung.

Death has come to claim my life
because I couldn't take it anymore.
My life was full of problems,
and my whole body was sore.

I thought that ending my life
would solve all of my worries.
I would not have to worry at all
about all of the rumors and stories.

Sadly, suicide wasn't the solution
it just made everything worse.
Now I must ride my last ride
in a haunted, ebony herse.

How could I have known
that taking my life was wrong?
All my life consisted of
was a sad, doleful song.

Maybe I should have thought first
about the depression I have brung.
Now Death is coming for me,
a hymn of despair, he sung.