Dying

Holding it tight,
Not peeping a sight,
Hoping for it to pass,
And be free at last.

Hold on, squeeze tight,
Just go to wards the light,
Don't wonder and wait,
Cause it might be too late.

Don't stop now, and cry,
All you want to do is die,
So let go, and hope for the best,
As we put you, down to rest.

Just make it fast, and swipe real hard,
And you will have the death card,
To live in peace forever,
Just bring it down like a lever.

Make it quick they are coming,
Their footsteps are drumming,
Hurry now, and join the dead,
Cut yourself, or smack your head.

I'm dying, I'm dying,
I'm in pain I cry,
Let it come and go real fast,
Because finally, I'm past.