The End Is Near

The nights are numbered, the days are gone

I shall never see a new dawn

I prefer to hanging

My feet are dangling

My prediction will finally have come

 

I'm thirty-five and I want to die

I don't know how long it's been for me to cry

The tears won't flow

So then I must go

And fade into the darkness by and by

 

I have a son, I love him dear

But it's my suicide in which I fear

I have only one thought

With the rope that I bought

And when I hang I might have a tear

 

My mom and dad, they try so hard

But it seems that I must keep up my guard

A perfect son, I cannot be

If only they had enough sense to see

As the Ace of Spades is my death card

© 2005, Allen Scott Culp I