The Key
By Derek Walsh
This noose is a door
and on the other side
is freedom from this life
a place where I can hide
This blade is a key
which opens the lock
it opens my throat
my life it unblocks
This pill is a car
which takes me away
to places of death
where my soul can stay
This train is a'coming
it weighs on the rail
my head beneath
freedom shall prevail
This gun is a hammer
which beats down the door
this madness now ended
death flourishes o'er
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