I have finally come to the spot Where the rubber meets the road. Where you open your eyes But cannot see. Any farther than the grave.
Many years of struggle and pain. A story with a beginning, A miserable middle, Will finally have an end.
Do unto others Hasn’t worked for me. I gave and gave and gave Its time I take for myself, And I choose to take today.
So dare not shed a tear my friends, It would be wasted wine. I needed the tears years ago, But no one saw the signs.
Place not one flower on my grave. And do not say goodbye. Check your friends and family now, To see if there are any signs. As I want to make you totally aware. There is many in the miserable state, But don’t know how to cry.
It was a freak accident of epithelium under anaesthesia. You place a window on to a hollow brain. The money makes the monkey out of you. A green light blocks the fish, your memory, to swim in black thoughts. The
Our men are slowly drowning in their tears. Labelled weak cos they express their fears. Father said I wasn’t man enough and told me to act tough cos I cried when I touched her cold body Regardless of the situation