Tankist - Miserytomb

Please go away, escape concern
this is advice, now it's your turn:
seize the chance, save your sanity,
leave me to me, myself and agony.

I'm not here, for sympathy is scoff,
to a stroll with corpse in me I'm off.
Another evening, yet another spin,
dry fire and another wrenching win.

I've dug this hole myself for me, Misery!
A dreary tomb, a tempting mystery.

I don't live life, I die death, I wait the final breath,
if I could I would die a megadeath.
Don't weep, it won't help me go,
euthanasia would end woe.

Like a rabid dog deranged utmost
that bites the hand that pets it most,
like a drug addict without a dose
I cut off those who ever get close.
No one to kill me, no one to kill,
I fill the cup with poison to spill.
The reaper even says to me with wrath:
you're a failure both in life and death.