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.
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