The Gift Of Death

Unlike some, to me death was a gift,
Gave my tortured soul that final lift
To be able to shuffle off that mortal coil
And to become one with Natures soil

For I am the ugly one,
The fat
The joke.

Unlike some, to me death was a gift,
Being able to finally let my mind drift
Able to let my spirit fly,
Away, soaring to the sky.

For I am the unlucky one
The unliked
The shunned.

For no-one did like that poor, earthly me,
Jeering and laughing for an eternity

But,
Now, at last, I am not the one to condemn
Now, at least, I have something over them

The last laugh and smile on my face,
For I
Finished before them in the human race.