I'm Ready For My Last Meal

The cake is full of despair,

it makes you sick, but everyone shares.

Here you go have a piece,

now the pain and vomit won't cease.

Silly people tricks are for kids,

and so is happiness,

so just use your eyelids,

go invite nothingness;

it knows what's best for you.

Run along and grab your slice of pie,

it has cyanide in it.

Don't be bashful, it's your time to die.

Life is only a limit.

It's a great day to stop existing,

finally my mind will stop twisting,

it's a great day to start to rest,

If I don't my thoughts will manifest.

I'm done with living so give me the cake,

I don't mind the sick as long as death takes,

s**t doesn't work out because hope is fake,

what a lovely story I will make.

My own f*****g conscience is condescending

I don't think my inner problems will ever start mending 

I don't wanna snap but my mind keeps bending

I hate the feelings my brain keeps sending.

Life isn't a competition,

it's a sick fucked up game.

Acquire goals and we'll watch your hopeless mission,

and when you fail you'll have no one else to blame

then comes the rain

and then the pain

you're going insane

life's too f*****g mundane,

we need something to stimulate that brain,

what is there to do, looks like cocaine,

you're having fun but what did you gain?

Not enough so increase the dose,

good stuff, the nasals roast,

this high is one to boast,

so before it ends lets have a toast.

Before this high goes away,

before the happy's gone astray,

before you have to finally say,

you don't want it to be today.

Or the next day, or that day's tomorrow.

When it comes down to it your life's still filled with sorrow,

if only another life was something you could borrow,

but you can't so you resent every breath.

Hate yourself because you're meaningless,

all you can want now is death,

oh how you wish you could just start breathing less.

Next time I sleep I don't want to wake,

Instead I just want death to take,

Please give me my piece of cake.