a nauseous nocturne
Another night deprived of slumber,
Hours passing without number.
My eyes trace 'round the room i lay.
Dripping sweat and now quite certain
That tonight the final curtain
Drops unop my short life's precious play
A piece of glass, the blade of a knife
Is all i need to end my life.
And many of these are within my sight.
Oh my god, the shadows seeping
Ominous and Black, Slowly creeping
Strangely enough this feels so right...
Dad will look at mom and say,
"Too bad he had to go that way."
Mom will look ad dad, and nod assent.
Mom will add still it's fitting
That as this world he was quitting,
He should leave another mess before he went.
They may not mind at first i know
They will miss me later though.
Perhaps admit that they were wrong,
Or lie and say they knew all along.
Then as memories of me grow dim
They will say "we should have listened to him."
Now as my end does quickly come.
I bid a final farewell to only one
To my best friend here in this world.
Gently snoring, cold nose gleaming
She sniffs at smells (must be dreaming)
She lies on my bed snuggled and curled.
Another night deprived of slumber
Hours passing without number
My eyes trace 'round the room I lay.
No longer sweating, and still quite certain
That tonight the final curtain
Drops on my short life's wasted play
~Derek Alamed~
Hours passing without number.
My eyes trace 'round the room i lay.
Dripping sweat and now quite certain
That tonight the final curtain
Drops unop my short life's precious play
A piece of glass, the blade of a knife
Is all i need to end my life.
And many of these are within my sight.
Oh my god, the shadows seeping
Ominous and Black, Slowly creeping
Strangely enough this feels so right...
Dad will look at mom and say,
"Too bad he had to go that way."
Mom will look ad dad, and nod assent.
Mom will add still it's fitting
That as this world he was quitting,
He should leave another mess before he went.
They may not mind at first i know
They will miss me later though.
Perhaps admit that they were wrong,
Or lie and say they knew all along.
Then as memories of me grow dim
They will say "we should have listened to him."
Now as my end does quickly come.
I bid a final farewell to only one
To my best friend here in this world.
Gently snoring, cold nose gleaming
She sniffs at smells (must be dreaming)
She lies on my bed snuggled and curled.
Another night deprived of slumber
Hours passing without number
My eyes trace 'round the room I lay.
No longer sweating, and still quite certain
That tonight the final curtain
Drops on my short life's wasted play
~Derek Alamed~