Nuisance

I am utterly alone here I sit, with the presence of no one beside me and I cannot help but picture the bliss of my disappearance from this earth I wish for no one to mourn me or worry of my questionable fate for I know where I am going Surely I will see the fiery pits soon yet I cannot help but to love God for all He has done for me -I am far beyond being undeserving of His blessing Though my disappearance will alert few, if any I know God will remember me but sadly, and pathetically, this is not enough I grow anxious of what is to come and constantly I catch myself in a daydream of a bloody knife with my name on it too bad it will probably stain my tile floor The time has now come...it is now that I will leave forever If only I could think of one person to pass my belongings to -they'll simply vanish, parallel to me I pray for eternal bliss but the answer I know Here I Come, Lucifer...are you ready for me?