Death is just all about when,
When the time comes you will know then.
Empty memories, broken hearts,
Your ideas torn apart.
The misery, the sorrow,
This life I did borrow.
Borrow for what im unsure,
All I know is it's a gift for sure.
But not the kind of gift you like,
A gift you just live to end.
No meaning or dreaming at all,
It's just about when you fall.
And when you do,
Everyone will be laughing at you.
Wallowing in your distress,
Just listen to you confess.
All the things you've done wrong,
All the places you don't belong.
They never stop to think,
Not even as quick to blink.
They just knock you down,
Always finding a reason to make you frown.
Think of death as an escape route,
A place to go and get the boot.
Out of this place and into another,
In a quiet place with no-other,
A quiet hushing sense like a mother.
Peace, tranquility and no pain,
Everyone’s tears drip on me like rain.
Don't cry for me,
I'm happy and where I want to be.
Here is where I want to stay,
In this dirt where I lay.
I have finally found,
A place with no sound.
Somewhere I can’t hear,
All the chuckles and cheers.
I place I can now rest,
A place I think is best.
A place with no anger, hatred or fear,
Just the thoughts of my loved ones near.
This place is my grave,
Even though I don't seem brave.
I gave up on all lives worries,
So I could be here in this place so free.