Digging a Ditch to Die In

Sometimes I am so fed up with my own existence
Times are long gone, time is quickening and so short
Black veins of melancholy support my life system
My life among the trees of sadness and woe

To much reality becomes overwhelming in this dull existence
I only long for the dark and mysterious ways
They are always there with an open mind (drugs help)
The nightmares reveal the real world to me

The world of nightmares is my real existence
Life long pressures and sickness in the inevitable end
I sometimes wish I could hide in the ground for eternity
That day will become eminent anyway

But sometimes I really could dig my own fucking
Ditch to die in, starving myself to death
At least I would be out of harms way - humanity
That way I don't need to see your ugly face again

You won't need to see mine I am just as insignificant
As the piles of dirt I just dug up!
So why don't you join me in ending your worthless life
And fertilize Mother earth's rapacious ground!