Fish Bone

Walking in a dead zone,
With my flashlight,
Chewing on a fish bone,
Might as well die tonight,
If I choke on it,
There will be no vomit,
I'll just bleed out the side of my neck,
Then well,
At least I'm in the cemetery,
Used to being buried alive,
So when I'm dead it won't be so scary,
And what I mean is life is always falling down on me,
No one comes to my aid,
So I'm used to being dark,
Cold and lonely,
Maybe I'll find love in the after life,
Maybe I'll find a ring on a corpse,
Use it to propose and find a wife,
Until then I'm still chewing on this fish bone,
No cell signal,
I'm just walking through a dead zone.