More poems by onlytwocubesdown

I didn't kill you, you dug your own grave.

You build yourself a coffin
Get it looking nice.
Then you dig yourself a hole
Deep within the ground.
You drop your coffin down there
Then climb in yourself.
You make yourself all comfy
Before you start to shout.

Your whimpering is pathetic
You want me to pull you out.
You're squawling like a baby
It's getting on my nerves.
So I put on your coffin lid
Your face is completely priceless.

Do you expect me to show sympathy?
Because let me tell you, I have none.
You brought this upon yourself
I don't fix your mistakes.
This was all your doing
So sort it out yourself.

You think you're the only one?
Well you've got it wrong again.
I've done this a thousand times
I let people die every day.
I've no sympathy for people like you
All of you make me sick.

You think I'm mad
Well I don't give a fuck you know.
You think I'm a murderer
When but it was you who dug your own grave.
I just like to see work finished
And I'll finish it again tomorrow.