Saying Goodbye to the Bad and Ugly
A troubled soul in a lost mind.
Looks unto others for help and kind.
Shrugging and spurning is all they see.
Their last steps on this earth are gentle with flee.
Hiding away from prying eyes.
They sit waiting as time creeps by.
All hell breaks loose in the quiet of night.
The troubled soul knows the time is nigh.
Facing their woes they lay on by.
Their last stand a calling to say ‘Goodbye’.