Parting Insight

Sure, it's not
The hot
Spot
Where night life
Is teeming
Where nothing is seeming
To make any sense
Jump the fence
Only to find yourself
At a dead end
When you want to escape!
You're caught on tape
A candid camera
You fail to even notice
Setting you up
In the lime light
For your last fight
Do you want the last rite?
Do you care for parting insight?
Do you believe that death
Might be your one delight?
Take the chance
Your last chance
To breathe without a lung
To hear a song
You've never heard sung
Sung by demons
Pretending to be angels
It's just the devil mocking you
As you lie; down
To die