Rotting

I call you on the phone
Begging to end my life
This isn't the end I wanted
This isn't what I foresaw

We have two different stories
Your story ended long ago
Mine still has the same old plot
The one you let go

I call you on the phone
I want to beg and plea
There's so much tainted in this life
There's so much you should see

My head will eat itself
Collapsing in from rotting thought
My head will destroy me
Destroying my body through its rot

I want you to rescue me
From future deterioration I foresee
From escaping what I've earned
I want you to save me

I call you on the phone
I beg and I plea
I want you to end this life
I want you to finally destroy me

I feel like a zombie
I don't deserve to exist
I feel like a rotting corpse
I should be gone and dead

Like a murder sentenced to the chair
Who somehow survived
You need to end this life
It's a truth you shouldn't deny

I should have died the last time
I was standing at your side
I was your murderer
Who knows pain through your eyes

I call you on the phone
Like a old best friend
I call you to beg for pity?
Please just give me an end.