This is not a suicide letter

Hello dear friends, how do I start?
Its a suicideletter, but it aint your fault
To long I have wondered with mirrors as eyes
My breathing is hollow and my days dark as night.

This shall be my last statement.
The last words ill ever say.
A final display of breathstealing agony.
Here is what you need to know.
its just my time to go.

Dont you see the anxiety in me?
How its ripping pieces of me,
I hold up slices of meat infront of your eyes
Am I not close enough, or are you just blind?
I might have forgotten to pull up the switch.
But it smells, it dripps. This rotten blood.
Is it not drowning you, the way its drowning?
Am I so alone? Am I so invicible?


This shall be my last statement.
The last words ill ever say.
A final display of breathstealing agony.
Here is what you need to know.
its just my time to go.

A farewell to life, its burning stare
A farewell to life and those who care
A farewell to, all I could never be
A farewell to the fiend known as me

And will you ever know?
Im practising deathposes on my floor
You cant come in, im hardly here no more
With bloodstained hands ive grabbed the rope
given sound to the bells, let the toll with no hope

This shall be my last statement.
The last words ill ever say.
A final display of breathstealing agony.
Here is what you need to know.
its just my time to go

Ive choosen my pose
I lay on the floor
Try to come in, im here no more

Av Annika Arve 14 feb 2008 08:57