just venting

as i sit alone in this dark place/i see a dark face/next to my wall space/i look at it and it smiles it tells me to be prepared/the fact that death is coming is no reason to be scared/i say fuck it you aint gonna take me now/i got to much to do to many lines to lay down/i tell him to go away that my way forward is clear/to shake and build up expectations like the contest of beer/