The end has begun
the end of all things to come
the end of all things that possibly could have been
but weren't
It's taken it's deadly toll
this pain that enwreaths my soul
this pain that's enshrouded my life, in a strangling blanket
of hurt
The days have withered down
to my final days of suffering
were I'll put myself in the ground
and finally be at peace
The final seconds of my life
will be lived in loathing, hate and, spite
cursed with a darkening, uncontrollable despise
of myself, as I finally adhere to the lies
there is no alternative path to choose
that won't involve guns, a knife, or a noose
welcome to the final days
of suffering
There's no way to mend
what led up to my end
and there's no way to mend the emptiness inside
And there is no way to stop me from
befriending suicide
Because you can not stop
the final days of suffering.
Farewell..............