Riding around in the middle of the night,
The demon that lurks, haunts in plain sight,
The chill that drips down my ghostly cheek,
Starts to awaken my insomniac ties,
Give me 8 pills maybe 3 or 4 more,
Free me from this miserable disarray,
Eternal darkness has been put on display,
Only Death may bring joy to this never ending day.
Death, please, take, me now!
Your scream dies as you descend into hell,
The heat of the flame is your cast iron cell,
When you look to the sky, the sun shall rise
And will burn away your mournful cries.