Friday, December 2, 2011

Death ain't so bad, its the stuff right before it...

I am uncertain why I worry about dying
There won't be pain
There won't be failures
There won't be money I don't have
That won't be made
In the grave
If I go to heaven
That is great
If I end up in hell
I'll burn like paper
I believe in annihilation
So the problem is
As I see it
On this earth
This existence
Is pain
So give me booze
Give me vicodin
Give me something
To get away
Pain is the beast
That haunts me