When I go I want to be found face down in the snow

 

Dressed to the nines, frozen in time, missed by no one I know.

 

Or maybe I'll fall down a staircase into a wall

 

Drunk as can be, soaked through with pee, leaving a bar by the mall.

 

Or perhaps I'll die in my ford, killed by the column and gored 

 

 Blood running down through the rust to the ground, leaving a stain where it poured.

 

 I don't know how'll I'll go but I'll be gone when I do and then none of this matters no more. Boo Hoo Hoo.

 

It's not that I wish I could die, I'm just too damn tired to try.

 

 Each day is the same, I'm sick of the game, my mind can't endure more of this lie 

 

 The "lie" being that we, can be all that we wish to achieve. 

 

 Well opportunity's dead, with a round through its head,  and the lawyers have blood on their sleeves. 

 

 It's all about loss at my age, regrets that could fill a whole page.

 

 Friends that betrayed, family that hates, All trapped in my head like a cage. 

 

 And just when I think I've found hope, a couple more inches of rope.

 

 The illusion is gone, the house lights come on, Fear and the Future eloped.