Waiting To Die

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Dismissal is all I get,

even as time ticks by

with me sitting in my coffin,

calmly waiting to die.

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No one hears my voice

as they nail shut the lid.

Don’t they know that I’m awake?

I don’t know what I did.

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My grave is dug and ready,

they’ve blessed away my sin;

all they’re waiting for

is me to jump on in.

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Can’t I get some notice

before I’m six feet under ground?

Or is it too much to ask you

to simply hang around?

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Lower me down and cover me

before my lifetime even ends.

Lay my grave with flowers

that the funeral-skippers send.

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They’re all glad to dismiss me,

and forget as time goes by,

while I’m lying in my coffin

still waiting patiently to die.