Suicidal Son

The anger held inside of me.
A ticking clock you cannot plea.
Cut the cord is all it takes.
Lay me down into my grave.
Praying to the great divine.  
Its dying time, its hands on nines.
A cross I cannot bear to take.
A burden I will not forsake.
Through time and faith and remedy.
A gift from God that made me see.
Left alone but full of life.
Show no pain through sacrifice.
Let your insides rip into.
Dive straight down from up top the roof.
End your days of suffering.
Relieve the horrid agony.
Your life will be in good hands now.
Burning searing flames smell foul.
Emptiness forever more.
Letting go of what your here for.