Perfect Suicide

The wind is blowing softly
Throughout the darkened night
The moon is full, the stars are bright
The hoot of an owl passing by
The inky blackness of the night sky
The night so perfect for a crime so dark
But inside me a feeling did spark
I’m sorry to my parents, to them I lied
I’m about to commit my perfect suicide
I stand next to the water, and pick up my knife
I look at the water as I start to take my life.