Going with that Depressing Theme...

By Richard Davidson

Why has life left me stiff and betrayed
Spent, cold, broken
A mere nasty stain on this wall
My skull impaled by the bone of a rat
To such musty, fetid stone

My soul, stretched, burning in places
Across the gates of Hell
Not in, and not out, and yet both
My heart impaled by the bloody dagger
Of love’s first, sweet kiss

Why do crowds gather and laugh
And mouth gentle obscenities
How funny I must be
Stretched out, screaming here, bleeding
What dangerous farce! Ha ha!

My feet, no longer attached to my legs
Will be dancing
I’ll whistle a merry tune
My last breath, a cheap entertainment
For any so brave as to watch

I’ll laugh at Death, and his sister
And his momma too, by God
I’ll go gladly, willingly through those doors
Into darkness, still and final
It’s gotta be better than this place

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