I Die on My Own Terms - Deeds of Flesh

While free in society

I was other people’s nightmare

I was their reaper

Frantic on a killing spree

I took twenty before finally caught

Always being in control

Thriving on the power over

Others

Now it’s changed

The judge is the killer now

And i become the victim

He gives me death

But I have other plans

No other human

Will take my being

This body

Now I must flee

You won’t have your satisfaction

My form of escape

Always successful

Which will it be

I die on my own terms

Swan dive off the sink

Hang myself with no clothes

With my sheets

My game I win

I die on my own terms