Heavy Nights and Endless Days

A gibberish poem.

I tire of shuffling through life!
I am a zombie -
That tireless, evil revenant!
Only feeling satisfaction by devouring.
I'm as good as dead, anyways,
With this numb feeling inside.
The lack of anger, happiness and sorrow -
May sound swell!
But it isn't, friend,
A rusty, BDSM hell.
So let me do what I wish,
Let me end it all.
I am already hung high,
The noose is tied around my throat.
All I need is the good shove.
But by the time I gather my courage,
I discover I've made the noose too long!