Hooded Salesman (Slam Poem with audio)

Link to the audio
 
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zchQ9v3NpuI
 
He's knocking at the door again
that hooded man  
trying to sell me death
I told him I have nothing left
but he's running a sale
on last breaths.
I'm intrigued
but it's 3 in the morning
and I'm strung out on meth
hydrocodon, gin, and weed.
I'm pale as a ghost
he says I'll fit right in
He says “don’t worry bout it man it ain’t a sin
if you're depressed
and I know you are
I can see it in your eyes  
your handsome eyes
blue as the sky,
so let me come in sir
and you can give it a try.”
 
Goddamn salesman  
buttering me up with lies
my eyes are hazel and I know it
I'm not letting his shit fly.  
“you're not too young to die
in fact, you're old for your age
your soul is tired of this life
it's practically withered away”
get the hell away  
I ain’t buying your shit
so take your shiny new scythe  
and fucking split.
“now hold on sir,
no need to throw a fit
you're gonna die anyways
if you keep taking those hits,
and I know you cant stop”
Fuck you dick
those drugs are just a metaphor
you're blind as shit...
but you're right I cant stop
it's so easy to hurt
and cut myself 'till the blood drops.
Sometimes it falls like rain  
and submerges bad thoughts  
I know it don't make sense
but I'm insane  
rationality's closed up shop.
 
“Oh, well would you be interested in
this new vacuum model?  
It sucks up anything you drop
even all those empty bottles”
No thanks
the one I have works just fine
but I’ll call you back about that death  
if I ever change my mind
“okay, thank you for your time
enjoy the rest of your night, sir
and here take my card
and check me out online”
I nod, smile,
then slam the door as he walks.
that fucking reaper will find someone
probably on this block...
depression is a ghetto
where people get shot,
that's why I stay inside
and wait patiently to rot.  
This solitary confinement
literally drove me insane  
but at least I'm alive
and can see past the game.