Ruined and idle, suicidal.

Oh sick sweet cyanide,
Find your way to me,
Toy with me on the inside,
Make me fall away to the sea.

Oh dear darling whiskey,
Twist things in my mind,
Make everything more risky,
And the truth harder to find.

Oh perfect persuasive rope,
Turn loops around my neck,
Provide me with the time to cope,
Let no one find this final wreck.

Oh bloody brutal letter,
Let it be enough,
I can't see it making much better,
But these days and nights are far too tough.