Suicide Note

He loves me? He loves me not? The last petal falls and suddenly I’m hot. Hot all over, the room is spinning, I’m fighting to stay up, I’m certainly not winning My legs are shaking, My heart is aching The knife is close, oh so very near It’s right on the table; don’t you see it, dear? Time is running out fast, Rest assured, this breath will be my last No one has to worry about me and my crap anymore I’m sinking to my death, my blood decorating the floor Then, when I die, Let us dance, darling, in the depths of this Hell Our souls festering, burning, do not dwell And then, finally, we shall break this venomous love spell.