Digging a Ditch to Die In

Sometimes I am so fed up with my own existence
 Times are long gone, time is quickening and so short
 Black veins of melancholy support my life system
 My life among the trees of sadness and woe
 To much reality becomes overwhelming in this dull existence
 I only long for the dark and mysterious ways
 They are always there with an open mind (drugs help)
 The nightmares reveal the real world to me
 The world of nightmares is my real existence
 Life long pressures and sickness in the inevitable end
 I sometimes wish I could hide in the ground for eternity
 That day will become eminent anyway
 But sometimes I really could dig my own fucking
 Ditch to die in, starving myself to death
 At least I would be out of harms way - humanity
 That way I don't need to see your ugly face again
 You won't need to see mine I am just as insignificant
 As the piles of dirt I just dug up!
 So why don't you join me in ending your worthless life
 And fertilize Mother earth's rapacious ground!