Brain Matter Self-Portrait

I've come to the end Of this unbearable existence I've reached the finale Of this infernal wretched life No longer sated By the pleasures held so dear so long ago Soon I'll be nothing but a planchette and a corpse So I wander the dark Considering my means and possibilities Living is misery It doesn't mean much to me anymore To end it is up to me The overwhelming need to cease to be A drink or two To ease my passing A bullet wound To ease my suffering I long to descend To leave behind the pain I hold so dear I know I'm nothing To the earth, she holds my end in high regard This hollow wretch I sustain still I've fallen to my knees And so from start to finish I am complete