The End I'm done living, There is no more reason for my power to be driven, By my soul's driving skills, I can see it handle the steering wheel, But it doesn't stare at the road, it's staring directly at my eyes core, The pupil shrinks and I wonder why I'm being watched hardcore, I'm nervous with these eyes, they creep under, They sneak up and devour what's left of my cover, read it and wonder, Did this man with this soul deserve to dwell in this worlds cumber? No! So I deserve to crumble? In to pieces left in rubble, Later to be picked up by trucks and dropped in to dumpsters, Where they later burn to hell, Forgotten by society and if not brought purity, Thrown in jail for a couple years, Till the skin ages and the heart begins to fail, But oh well. Punishment is a blessing, Sent from a place known for justice, Where no man nor women is undressing, Unless it's the wife or husband, Or the girlfriend or boyfriend asking for acceptance for the parent or guardian, But i say... That a place like this, does not exist, it's just way to hard to resist sins, That are daily placed in front of us, As simple as a kiss, So if this location is well known to be real, Why is it that everyone who speaks of it keeps lying or steals, And when they get caught, Deny their actions so they ask for an appeal, LIKE ME, I ask for my freedom regardless of all the tears, I've caused in them, And them are the people I robbed from, I'm done living, I plea the fifth and drink a couple fifths, Till my system looses focus, and starts to lift... The venom that slowly combines with the opioids, I'm glad these are the last seconds, I won't regret what I did, Since my memories won't be able to remember it.