The stench of death.
Taking away my every breath.
How much time is left?
Each new day is a gift.
So give yourself a lift.
Make the best of the time you have.
Don't let life be such a fuckin drag.
The stench of death.
An all too familiar smell.
For some life is a living hell.
For them, this life ain't no fuckin gift.
If you could feel their pain.
You too would ask for a bullet to the brain.
The stench of death.
Stinking away in my brain.
Can you understand my pain?
I don't mind.
I don't mind.
Trying to outrun time.
Again and again.
Ever avoiding the stench of death.
©budmac38
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