Last night I wrote,
With my blood,
A suicide note,
And in my journal,
I have instructions,
For my will and funeral,
Please bury me in gray,
Like the stones beneath me,
I’m sorry I’m leaving this way,
But my heart is dead,
And my body broken,
I am rotting with dread,
It is my soul that hell beckons,
I have to leave now,
I know you will forget in a second,
And now you know how,
How hard it was to be alone,
How painful it was to burn,
And I can hear you moan,
With regret, it is your turn.