The End Begins in Four...Mature

Just thinking....

The gun is on the table,

the knives are in the drawer,

the pills are in the cabinet,

and Death is at my door.

I can no longer do wrong.

I never did right.

But, do I have the strength

to end it all, to take my life?

The gun is loaded on the table,

sharp knives are in the drawer,

white pills are in the cabinet,

Death is knocking at my door.

Time is running short,

you're almost home.

You're reaching for the phone,

just to check in.

But will I pick up?

If I do, I know I'll never do it.

The sound of your voice will make me break.

So I disconnect the phone,

for everyone's sake.

The gun is on the table,

the knives are in the drawer,

the pills are in the cabinet,

Death is at my door.

I let him in,

Lord, please forgive my sins.

The end begins in four,

three,

two.....

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The End

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