My Hunger for Death

I prayed he wouldn't notice
how empty my soul had become.
I hoped that he didn't see my desire
my desire for all that does not live
My newest hunger for Death
I took extra care to hide the cuts
I had made in the bathroom
while he slept, dreaming happily
I washed the blood from my knife
and placed it back into my pocket
At breakfast I said nothing of interest
but I pretended I was lost in some
made up happy memory
forcing a smile to my painted lips
hiding my eyes with the morning paper
so he would not detect, a lustful look
As I toyed with the eggs on my plate
He of course attacked his toast
and gulped his juice, looking at his watch
"I am going to be late" he kissed me
heading out the door for work.
I must have stood there for quite a while
I didn't hear the phone ringing, at first
I was dancing in my mind, with my new
found friend, named Death.
"Hello" I answered, lost in a moment
there was no reply, so I placed the phone
back into its cradle, resuming my thoughts.
I rolled up my sleeves and traced a finger
over the incisions I had made into my skin
Thinking all the while of my hunger that
breakfast had not fed, my hunger for Death
Out in the garage I found a heavy rope
my eyes danced with excitement
Knowing soon I would be free,
from all the pain, that lived inside me.
Out in the backyard stood a large oak,
I tied the rope securely to it branches
fashioning a noose to wear around my neck
I stood on m metal lawn chair, praying for Death.
Kicking the chair over, I realized I didn't leave a note
strangling for a single breath, I dangled
from the branch of the huge Oak tree.
darkness invaded, my mind, death engulfed me
Finally my hunger had been fed,
My hunger for Death.

I know that is quite long, it is my first true attempt at writing a poem that does not rhyme. so please let me know what you think.