-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, and my soul is Black... Nothings to living, there's no coming Back... Everyday,is 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 wonderful 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 am not Afraid... It's a seclusion of Peace, it's simple to be free... out of this Body, and 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 everyday... Slowly, Slowly I like, *TO DIE* my friend... So I can feel all the pain, Of my tormented End... Why, Why am I, Am I still Here? For I tell you *DEATH* I DO NOT FEAR!!! written 07-21-2000, CCJ Experience - a suicide letter-