Wasted Life

This Wasted Land
Could Sustain The Life Of No Man
Nor Animal, Nor Being
Death And A Dismal Surrounding, Is all I am Seeing

Hundreds Upon Thousands
Dead

Hung By Ones Neck
Death Valley In A Sense
None Of These Men, Worth Anything-A Wretch.

Standing Before These Men
I Realize, What I Could Have Been
Everything, I Have Failed, All Yet But You-
My Companion.

I Always Say, I've accomplished Nothing In My Life
Well, It's true. Except For You, My Future Wife.
No Longer Pained, Full Of Strife
No More.

My Own Death- A Thought
By Now I have All I need.
So Now..
I Live For You.. Not Me.
Hold Me Tight..
Let Me Die. -Not-
I beg, Of You..
Don't Let Me Go....