I just hope the nylon rope
is better than the polyester one,
because In life, I cannot cope,
I gotta end it fast and then I'm gone.
I thought I could get through pain—
By avoiding them all throughout my life.
But now everything has come to shame,
There's only one way out of this strife.
I planned to fix my posture—
I tightly tied a knot and wore it steadily.
In life, I'm my own imposter,
So I agreed to hanging readily.
Grieving, it all leaves me painless,
When I'm driving aimlessly.
Shaking up the bottle,
Foaming up my mouth when—
All I wanted was truth,
All I wanted was life.
Meaningless the party,
Meaningless in strife.
Head bent, my feet are—dangling slowly,
Creaking in the ceiling,
Ropes are—pulled in—gently
Face is void of value,
Face is void of—life.
