My last

I Lay down metaphors,
Today I speak plain...
This is my last,
Nothing more shall ever be made.

My Final String of words.
no more shall you hear;
of torment and angst...
Of living in fear.

My Suicidal thoughts,
Now have been locked away.
In these dark corners..
My thoughts will always stay.

Away from the Prying eyes,
As to not influence negatively again.
I Have ruined so many lives;
for this i live in sin.

Disgruntle thoughts,
Playing with my mind so.
Tormenting and teasing...
For this i have to go.

I shall Vanish from sight,
Though i will always be near.
And i shall Continue to express opinions.
Yet my identity is never clear.

Note : This is my last poem i will submit... i will remain around but yea... and i might submit under a different name... so i can fully experiment with different styles