Sitting here stressing about what's gonna be next for me,
Thinking this could be the end of the road, is this my destiny?
My hands shake involuntarily but steadily in a rhythm like a Christmas carol but just not as merrily,
This is scaring me, I sit in a daze of shock lookin up at the ceiling hearing these voices telling me that my fate is waiting here for me, I swear I'm hearing them! These walls are calling out for me, next minute I see what I need to see to believe my destiny is here, that destiny is me disappearing, I burst out in tears with sweat dropping from every inch of my being, fear reaping, wreaking of horror and despair, whatever this is I'm assured that it doesn't care, and to god I swear that it doesn't feel any empathy, sympathy, none of that shit it's simply diminishing who I am, like that television ad, the dirt is gone with a bam.
That's all I was worth to thang, evidently seeing as it tortured me with its bloodied and clawed hands, I sat on my ass with sweat pouring from my palms and my glands thinking about whether or not I'd see the sun again but as I said, all I'm worth to this thing is piece of dirt from the land, so he finished my life, he ended it with a sound known as "bam"
