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The Key

My tears were made to pave the road
For the death that will never come
But alas I keep up the toiling task,
Only later to be treated as scum

The hatred in my soul stirs
Singing is infamous tune
I cover my ears with my hands
For this melody is coming too soon.

I wasn’t afraid of death
But the thought made me want to cry
How long I have been waiting for it
But was I too disappointed to die?

I tried to love again,
To mend my broken heart
But once again it was too late
It was broken from the start.

Now my tears are drying
As I lay upon the floor
My eyes now numb and my vision blurred
As I wait to be never more.

Why does the devil tease me?
Why can’t he rip away my soul?
Is willing to die such a turnoff?
Maybe that’s his way to roll.

At least I cannot feel my pain
And the pain cannot spot me
My heart will never open up
For it’s under lock and key.

The key was lost so long ago
Stolen from my hand
What is it with people of today?
What can’t they understand?

Now the thought poisons me,
Sickens me to the core
Whoever find my dead corpse,
Will be stricken with repulsive horror.

How should I do it?
How should I take my life?
Poison, a gunshot, drowning in the lake?
Maybe a steely kitchen knife?

The mind is a powerful thing,
The thoughts always made me wonder
What death would be like?
And how would it be six feet under.

The worms and the maggots,
Feeding upon my rotting flesh
The air is only a memory
The stench is not so fresh.

My bone they rattle with anger
Disappointed once again
How foolish I was to ever give
My heart and soul to men.