They Don't Dig Graves Close Enough to Hell.

There’s no more room in here, none even for hurt,
I’ll fill this place all alone.
You won’t be here for my last breath among the dirt,
or the stench of my decaying flesh and bone.

I’m not frightened, not going without a smile,
I’m quite sure It’s destined to raise a bit of bile.
For me? I’d think no.
I’m ready to go.

They don’t dig graves close enough to hell.