The End Poem by Taylor Watts

So this is the end.
May as well be.
This is what misery tastes like;
A mouth full of empty promises.
And an unrealistic hope
That everything will be okay.
Nothing works out fine.
We all wait our turn in a line that keeps on winding.
It coils like a serpent's tail.
Twisting and deceiving.
I wish to feel the venom
Pumping through my rustic veins.
The tease of death is far too distant of a memory.
Past the point of no return
And no closer to the prize
At the bottom of this prison cell.
Close the lid, airtight
Hammer the nails until the cedar screams.
String no bells along my coffin.
Let me burn.
Forever soaked in the ashes of the one who never cared.
Hell is my new home,
But I guess it always was.
All the spells in the book can't change me now.
You want me to give up.
Let you dunk my head under the water.
Never catch another breath.
Your wish is my command, lover.
Just know where I stand.
Alone.