Death looms like vultures,
Over the wounded prey.
He lies there knowing,
They don't even know his name.
Self-medication, has lead him here.
The pills can't cover it,
The sorrow is too clear.
Hospitalized again,
Another suicide attempt.
Misery's his only friend.
Counting down
To the final scene.
His body's cold and grey.
Winding down,
His mortality
He takes his final breath today.
Self-degradation, humiliation
Regretting everything
He's ever done.
He wait for this to end
Numbing with Oxycontin
He broke before he'd ever bend.
Counting down
To the final scene.
His body's cold and grey.
Winding down,
His mortality
He takes his final breath today.
"Alas, the hour of my demise is upon me.
I shall take death's hand with a smile.
As the tears in my eyes will finally cease,
As I walk into the abyss without denial."
Counting down
To the final scene.
His body's cold and grey.
Winding down,
His mortality
He takes his final breath today.
The monitor sings out with a flat-line.
This poet thoughts cease in his head.
The monitor sings out for the last time.
This nameless poet is dead.
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The Nameless Poet And His Deathbed
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Very clever,uplifting song!Seriously,this although sad,is the making of an outstanding song.Kinda Neil Young-ish in style and I could imagine him singing these very lyrics.What more can I say.Excellent account,this is a stand out.
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Hm, I really enjoyed this. And it actually hit me at some points. And to me, it really felt like an inspired version of this epic masterpiece
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thanks guys. Also this song is based off of part of a short story I'm writing. If anyone would be interested I could put the part of the story this is based off of on here.