The Demons I've Slain

 

Born with a death sentence
the clocks always been ticking
so what does it matter anyway
by the time you read this I will
have long been dead

Always the last thing to fade away
with each passing moment
a little hope slowly dies
that downward spiral
blood stained walls the floor
carpeted empty booze bottles drug paraphernalia
Could climb some place high
do a swan dive though I'm no Monet
it would be my impression
of a dying landscape

Call the coroner
broken hearts don't show up on autopsys

Find it morbidly ironic though
through forgiveness you could show clemency
You sure ripped my heart out
guess it never was mine
that day I gifed it to you
to have and to hold
better or for worse

A hundred suicide notes
piled next to the overflown bin
If you do find this it's probably better this way
Who applauded when he tried
who mourned when he died

Tell her I love her
tell her daddy died fighting demons