One last cut on
this day will be carved...

This isn't just another poem
that I made up when I was bored...

Heart in my hand
blood seeping through...

*I'm warning you now, if you don't like strange...
you think your smart...

*not finished*
This is my suicide note...

Darkness falls upon the skies
And all the good things finally die...

This suicide
brings me no pain...

I lose control
as the story unfolds...

I can't even look at myself...
so many imperfections...

Pain! breaking the barrier
between tolerable and not...

Down from the heavens
he was cast far away...

Long ago
there lived a man...