if this how it ends,
I don't want it to begin
please take me away,
tear apart from within
I'm already gone,
the cold dead still walking
don't think you realize
to whom your talking
Did I leave you a note?,
yes, you read it with vigor
How did you not realize,
you were my trigger.
I'm not what you wanted, but that i can't be
I wear a necklace of rope, out in the tree.
so dear Mr.Dickens, please write one last stave,
Or else you'll fotget to put your coat on my grave.
