‘Both Ends Are Identical'

I won't miss society when I go
Such a blessed relief to no
Longer fight for a space of my own
To feel shy and depressed and alone
And I won't miss people when they're mostly
Fakes and freaks who really only
Want to punch you in the face repeatedly…
Nose broken…eyes blue…blood streaming down your cheeks…

Be it clemency or the wall
I have no preference at all
Be it untimely death or ten-and-three-score
Both ends are identical

I won't miss nature when I die
Oh yes, I know it's all easy on the eye
But isn't it supposed to be so many times
More so in the afterlife?
And I won't miss my stuff when all
It does is fill a vast emotional
Void and take my mind off feeling eternally
Demoralized…and sick, and ill, and old…

Be it clemency or the wall
I have no preference at all
Be it untimely death or ten-and-three-score
Both ends are identical

Oh, don't worry your own head with my psychological state
I'm far from new to this mortality game
See, I did all I could to stop the pans
Crashing down and crushing my hands
But still, they crashed down anyway

Be it clemency or the wall
I have no preference at all
Be it untimely death or ten-and-three-score
Both ends are identical.

 

© M.A.Tovey 2009