Unbearable cross on my shoulder;
Death is just two steps away
But why is it denied me?
I look at a thing, shining and inviting
With sharp edges and pointed end;
But death is still a step away.
Maybe I need courage,
Two bottles and I find it;
Death is just now a half step away.
Again I look at that thing with a sad face
But now I’m brave –
Then I fell.
Finally, demise has come to me.