Suicide Gone Wrong

I ran an ice cold bath,
Two candles I did light,
These were the last things I would see
Before I died that night.

Out of my clothes I stripped,
Till I was standing cold and bare,
And all this time on the candles warm
I did focus my stare.

Then my fragile body
Submerged into the water cold,
Giving me such a feeling
As happiness I began to hold.

My hands clasped around my legs,
I curled up in a ball,
Then my eyes did slowly shut
As I lay in the death-bed pool.

The water still so cold,
The flames still burning hot,
Myself the only comfort
To all the pain I'd got.

In the air around me
A strange presence I could feel,
Presence of God? Presence of Death?
Presence of my end for real?

The last few thoughts they crossed my mind,
Of my friends and family,
"I wont ever forget you,
I love you. I'm sorry."

Around my neck I felt two hands,
Which sent a shiver down my spine,
They clasped my skin and would not let go,
Then I realised the hands were mine.

In through my lungs went one last breath,
The last breath I would take.
I tightened my grip so so tight,
For never did I wish to awake.

Under my grave of water,
I pushed down my head,
Then I saw the image
Of me lying there - dead.

I saw a vision of me falling,
A vision of rising up,
A vision of a happy place
Where there was no need to say "Wassup?"

My hands they tightened that bit more,
Under the water I did stay,
For there is where I wanted to die
Not wishing to see another day.

Suddenly the candles both burned out,
Darkness filled the air,
As I lay there all alone,
Escaping from my nightmare.

The smell of decease was looming,

I heard deaths sweet song,

But then I feel back to cruel Earth,

For my suicide had gone wrong.