Suicide Note

Give me fire give me blaze, Those who live by the sword shall die by the blade, Caged in a mind so evil filled with hatred and blame, The wounds healed but the scares remained A constant reminder of a past lived as an out cast, Suicidal thoughts grew in his head like a tumour , A permanent solution to end his life of misery after years of searching he realised the pain never left like the right hand and all hope was now in a hoovering draculin sword above his head with no escape, His conscience pleaded with his emotions they was still time for change like the coins in his hand were once a note, Suicide was never an option those were the words in his mind as he regained consciousness from this dream.