As I walk above ground in my flesh covered tomb,
I curse the day I fell from the womb.

My life is a wreckage bad decisions I’ve made,I pray for the day my heartbeat will fade.

A hole in my soul and ice in my vein,
is there a reprieve in this unending pain.

Have no remorse, or pity for this man,
The real pain and suffering hasn’t even began……

Nigel C Willis