Hi Sue

I wanna feel the rope around my neck

and have a second chance.

Is that why fate brought me to this hole,

this cruel hopeful dance?

Life wrangles you,

throws you into the sea.

While Living is you swimming

to a land that might not be.

They say there's worth left in me,

so I must hope to live.

But my worth is naught more than utility,

Like an object or a gift.

For maybe when I become

the cemetery's tree.

I will run from all emotions

and become useful for the weak.

And you have all sighed

for my lack of confidence,

I will stand and give you shelter,

For what lies in pertinence.

And smirks the priest with greying hair

In his eulogy,

"Here he lies, this sad old boy,

who's gonna burn for free"

But little do they know

That a bird they have set free,

Shitting on the heads of sheep

While feeding on my dreams.

I screech "Oh, is this afterlife?

The land that I shall be?

I wonder if die again,

oh higher will I be?"

For where is solace, when home is not able to house a wet face?

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