Tired of Living

Walking away from it all
I'm tired of living, I feel the call
Feeling restless inside my brain
mice have slept, I've gone insane
There's nothing left but empty cells
a broken dream but nothing else
Looking around for a place to hide
I want to be alone so I can die
Take my life, you might as well
I'm tired of living, I'm going to hell

I close my eyes and await my arrival
It might be nice to shake hands with the devil
Now that it's over, God, I''m feeling strange
I wish things were different 
I thought hell would bring a change

Copyright © 1972 Abe Flowers

Poems by Abe Flowers