Here is my rocket, one pill to kill
here is my little red ticket to hell.
small and delicate it rests in my fist
one swallow and il be gone in a gist.
i sit and stare till it starts to melt in my palm
i know i have to be quick so i raise my arm.
it smells sweet as i bring to my nose
i place it underneath my tongue.
i feel a warm sensation run down to my toes
now its time to swallow have courage be strong
voices going trough me saying "be brave"
my little red rocket speedily taking me to my grave
