6 Foot Under. Poem by Dislocated Heart

Silent voice, going along with the crowd.
needing to be heard, but theres no sound.
wanting protection, sinkin down low.
Forget life,
Its a bunch of Bull!

Blindfold me,
let me take the steering wheel..
when all a person can do,
is think of death alone.
its a path he or she chooses..
now I know..

The wanting of freedom..
just being free from pain..
for that light moment..
its worth all this insane thought in the membrane.

dead or alive..
seems like this soul of mines,
has left me for good.

Might as well, go to hell.
this anger built up,
raging through my skin..
crawlin within depths of my heart..
Screaming out for help..

silent voice, its not being heard..

just waitin for that day, to be 6 foot under.