Death of a Poet ( the Last of the Mad Poet)

The day has come for me to commit the ultimate act With the voices in my head that I had formed a pact I woke up early, had a hot shower in the dark So my body would fell the cold as I lay in the park I dress in my best suit perfect from head to toe I take a bus to the spot that only My God and I know I find the leaves and place them on the cold frosted ground I look around to make sure no one is around The leaves are perfect, I lie down The ground is cold, I frown Phew! Thought I forgot my letter, I place it on my chest I’m almost at the end and at the beginning of my new quest I’m looking at the willow tree It looks rather sinister and twisted to me Like a claw hand melted by the moon How beautiful it looks, but this reality will be over soon I feel this strange warmth running down to my ears I haven’t cried for a long time, I welcome these tears The voices, they not here, they have taken a vow of silence Waiting to see me commit my act of violence Clarity at last… all I can hear is my Juliet’s sweet voice My Juliet…my mind’s best choice I got the dagger, and put the tip a little under the solar plexus by my heart It’s beating fast now, no time to fall apart A noise, sh-t a man, who could this be His casually walking toward me I don’t need this, I’m ready to go “Sorry to disturb you, hello” “What do you want?” “My name is Le’fant” Please to meet you L’e what ever, go away” “By all means do come back another day” “Sorry may I join you” “I’m here for the same reason too” His lying next to me Piss off and let me be His also dressed up smart Maybe he wants to take part. Well at least he can do it in case I chicken out I know he won’t mess about “Sorry again could you read my note?” “To make sure it’s perfect what I wrote?” I got his note this is what it said It’s making me feel dizzy in my head