Cemetery Death

I sit in my bed looking at something in the distance
as it comes closer I sit and wait for what is heading my way, I see it.
it is the site of death, I sit there waiting for it to get me and grab my neck
I sit there waiting for you to kill me,
you softly let go of my neck grab my arm lift me up into the air
you take me to a cemetery, you start to dig my grave
you grab a rope, you tie it to a tree
you stand me on a chair you softly put the rope round my neck
you move the chair slowly, you watch me hanging there crying
bleeding for you to save me, I suddenly stop breathing everything goes quiet
you take the rope off my neck, you grab my dead body
you put it in the hole you dug for me, you slowly sit there burring me
you slowly finish the job as I lay there, you think I’m dead
you walk away driving off in your car
I sit there dead as can be, I wake up, I fooled you
I pretended to be dead and know I lay there awake under ground
can’t breath, I start to dig, I get up out of the grave you built me
I start to walk, I see your house, I climb through the window
I see you sleeping, I grab your hand, I grab a razor, I cut your wrist so deep
I watch you wake up and die in pain, I watch you bleeding dying
I smile at you, I grab a gun, bang your dead, I sit there proud of myself
I am bleeding from my neck, I feel week like I’m dying and I say to myself I told you I wouldn’t go down with out a fight,
I grab a knife, I pierce it right through my heart and drop down to the ground
I bleed everywhere and my last words are thank you.