The Coward's Path

A darkness so deep I can breathe it
a life so bad I wish I could leave it
stuck here in this hell I'm forced to call life
my only escape inside the blade of this knife

Shining shaft of silver in the night
shining so strongly, and oh so bright
silver contrasting the black of my heart
as I picture it cutting me apart

What's the point to keep on living
if so much I must keep on giving
I wanna sit down, lay down and just die
and not even a single tear shed or cry

I'm ready to die, want it, ready for the end
what I'm not ready for, is my heart to mend
Put through so much, I'm done, need a break
need a rest from this worse than bad ache

Not booze not weed not pills are helping it
no longer are drugs giving me the respite
the break I so sorely need, the rest I need
the call from Death, I am soon to heed

Plunge the dagger, deep into my chest
hilt protruding, from the top of my breast
slump down, into the puddle of my pain
and slowly just slowly slip away from my brain

As I lie here in a pool of my death
from my lips, whispers my last breath
eyes slowly closing, life coming to a close
Suicide, the cowards path, I chose