Death, I Do Not Fear

Pardon me quaintly, my dear friend... For how would you feel, if I brought the end? My eyes are empty, my soul is black... Nothings to living, there's no coming back... Everyday, s a waste, I waste my breath... I, await the call, from my friend, DEATH... His presence, I've found, I know he's near... I'm ready to step out, out of life's fear... Oh, the joyous thought, *DEATH* to die.... To experience it now, beats, being alive. I imagine it to be, an incredible masquerade... For I fear life, *DEATH* I'm not afraid... It's a seclusion of peace, it's simple to be free... Out of this body, away from me... To drift away amongst, the beginning of time... On a complete disconnection, on a short term line... Death, Death my friend, I'm calling thee... I'm awaiting your call, to let me be free... I want to sink, to fade away... Away, from this world, I see every day... Slowly, slowly I like, *TO DIE* my friend... So I can feel every pain, of my tormented end... Why, why am I, am I still here? For I tell you *DEATH* "I do not fear"... CCJ EXPERIENCE-A SUICIDE LETTER WRITTEN 07-21-2000