Somebody
help me please.
I've fallen into a trap,
now I'm stuck.
Death used to follow me around,
hiding behind me,
yet always there.
Now, he walks by my side,
talks to me,
offers his hand when I slip.
I know better,
then to take his hand,
but sometimes,
the temptation is too great.
I want to go with him,
leave this place of pain and sorrow,
where no one knows me,
where no one cares enough
to help me.
My will is slipping,
as each day goes by,
and no one talks to me.
Somedays,
I sit alone,
on a cliff,
with Death beside me.
I've gotten to know Death,
pretty well now.
I know he can be kind,
taking you when you are in pain.
I know he can be mean,
taking you when you can still live.
The temptation he offers me
is getting too great.
One of these days,
I'm gonna say,
Forget it,
and walk with Death
all the way.
