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
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