• I used to think that death was the worst that could happen,
    I was wrong,
    Death is an escape,
    It touches your heart,
    Its cold hands grab your heart and rip it right out,
    Quick,
    Painless,
    I am not quite ready for Death's cold touch,
    But I wouldn't fight it,
    All the lies i've told,
    All the pain i've felt,
    Still bearing down on me,
    Killing me,
    crushing me,
    Trying to choke me sweetly with my own lies,
    That's ok though,
    I'm ok with dying,
    I just accepted death,
    Even if someone where to come to me now,
    With a knife pressed to my neck,
    A thin line of blood dripping down my neck,
    Or a shot to the head,
    It's ok,
    I know what time it is,
    It's time to say Goodbye........
    *Gunshot*