pull me out of the lake

a heart that's full up like a landfill,
a job that slowly kills you,
bruises that won't heal.

i'll take the quiet life,
a handshake of carbon monoxide,
silence, silence.

this is my final fit,
my final bellyache,
with no alarms and no surprises,
no alarms and no surprises please.

Such a pretty house
and such a pretty garden.