Hundredth Death

This time when I leave there will be bells tolling,
The reaper will walk with sad weeping women in dark shades
This instance my death will be one too many times
For I’ve died one less than a hundred times in a thousand days.
This time no one will take me aside and let me cry out my sorrows
There will be no tripping in an endless daze
I will not be drugged, I will not bleed on the fresh linen
I’ve died enough times to know all the ways.
This time when I die it will be the permanent death
Not the simple sadness which with time does fade
This time I will be buried in a cloak of deep regret
For it’s my hundredth death in a thousand and one days