A man takes his own life
not by rope, gun, but a knife
Not to be found now, after tonight.
No longer here to shine his light
The vagrants blood
mixing with the dirt of the floor, making a death's mud.
now destiny's end
Now to hell, he'll descend.
or to heaven, be lucky and ascend.
Ironic
Demonic
Is how you may label
I'm sure you wouldn't be able
to stand strong in these circumstances, in this stable
and live this life.
The rope's noose above
the revolver's chamber of grace below
Blade in hand
This note scrawled stuck neatly with a tack:
My name is Sam
I no longer can
live this life
Many nights I have spent crying
inside, decaying and dying
you were never there
no love..
I blame you
for letting me alone
I begged for your attention
you offered no prevention..
This. Is. Your. Fault.
