EXIT

Bored with the world, the hollow laughter and broken promises,
I am thinking of leaving at once from this premises.

Now standing on a chair with a noose around my neck,
With a clear notion that I have to die, but what the heck?

Leave me alone you noise mongers; I need isolation,
Peace is what I seek; silence is my kind of salvation.

I need no advice, it bores me to death
You sensed the irony; i smell it in your cold breath.

Fret no more; I shall not disturb you anymore,
Once and for all I shall settle the score

The world shall remain and memories will stay,
Oh, I almost forgot to kick the chair away...............