An EndNext to my death bed, it's been a long time comingA very long time comingSick of a life where empty is abroad, but it's just a single life,just a crackle and it's goneI can tackle on this pain,and I may beat the feelings away,but its intentions made clear; This hurt is here to stayLeft alone I formulate my own endA shit-and-piss filled endCarnal and raunchy,and forgotten all the sameAnd I'm in a trash can looking for answers,about what is me A life so ill conceived, has it a right to keep living?