Struggling to find reality, struggling to find a meaning,
It's hard to find someone on whom i can keep leaning,
They all have collapsed for i am too much of a load,
They leave me abandoned on this lone, dusty road,
I start to walk toward the final destination,
But first i must face all the scary confrontations,
I walk past and stop at a dangling noose,
From which hangs myself, my hair drapes down, loose,
I struggle not to go over and stare,
At my dead and limp body just hanging there,
Like displaying a fine and worthy prize,
Taken by the angel, i can see it in my eyes,
The long dark hood and the battered wings,
The torn flesh that maybe hanging within,
The angel of death comes for all,
No matter how they die or where they fall,
He walks beside me down this long, lonesome track,
And it is now that i know there is no turning back,
For death walks beside, it reflects whats inside me,
It has shown me my ending,
My suicide notes don't need sending,
For i am not committing suicide,
Death has already come and lived on my inside,
It's helping me stop my awful pain,
That will no longer come again,
I look into it's eyes and now i smile,
I can see this walk has been worth my while,
Beside us now stands a beam with a noose,
It is empty and waiting for limbs to hang loose,
Now hung from this beam, i have all the jewelery i need,
Around my neck a necklace, the finest indeed.
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