Cylindrical Shape of Death: Death's Shrine

Sometimes this world Is too much to take. So worried about My past mistakes. From under my cloak, I reach into my pocket I light up a smoke, And I adore a golden locket. "I love you." Is engraved Into the gold On the back of this shrine This shrine that I hold. Loving you was a job. And my guilt is great. I'll hold you as you sob, But for us, it's too late. I now have a partner. To Death I'm engaged. I'm now taking Death In a cylindrical shape. Good bye to past years. Good bye to new ones. For I have no pears. Just Death. The only true one. If I'm lonely enough For a promise of Death, I'm lonely enough To take my own breath. As I take my own life, I finally see, That Death is mine For he's looking for me So with this cigarette, I claim Death mine! With my image in his locket I'll be Death's shrine!