Alone in dark and dreary house,
the thoughts will soon start creeping.
Of dreadful deeds done in the past,
and sounds of women weeping.
Who knows how many broken hearts,
have dulled this weary soul?
The time has come to place myself ,
in box down six foot hole.
The silence broken only,
by the sound of ticking clocks,
With random strikes of lightning,
giving phantoms glowing shocks,
The evil darkness over me,
will soon come to an end,
The haunting laugh of all the folks,
that I tried to befriend.
If just one of those shallow souls,
had tried to take my hand.
This desperate deep demeanor,
might have left me, but, the sand,
falls slowly in an hourglass,
and when last fleeting grain falls through,
there's nothing left to live for
so this nightmare will come true.
As I prepare the cup I drink,
the tears have left my eyes,
I taste the poison leaning back,
and breath that one last sigh.
The pain I leave behind me now,
will nevermore return.
off to depths of hell I go,
Eternally to burn.