mind’s at war; heart’s racing,
bombs ticking, brain’s glitching,
system’s numbing, napalm’s burning;
might be the day of no returning.

stomach’s sick,
nerves electric,
veins crackle
at both ends of the wick.

cripplin’ chaos, life’s frozen,
pills swallowed - overdosin’?
biting bones, bruises aching;
gums bleeding, teeth breaking.

air’s thickly sultry, sticky;
skin’s itchy, skratchy, prickly.
breathing seals, seeing’s tricky.

authorities calling, phone’s flicker;
losers ruin; love and liqour.
ghosts gather ’round the gallow;
forlorn and forsaken,
our graves be shallow.

senses shrieking, panic’s peaking;
noose’s tied; floor’s squeaking.
”now then, boy...”, the hangman said;
”no pleas n’ prayers before yer dead?”

i shouted: ”yes sir!”,
stout and clear;
”last phrase follows,
on these i swear:

bury me, face down,
in the dark, damp dirt.
dump me down there,
in my cleanest, dirty shirt.

bury me, face down,
so i can smell
me closing hell.
n’ while y’all at it,
y’all can kiss my ass farewell!”