Suicide
Note Written on Toilet Paper
by
Jerry, the demon poet
I
thrust this sword deep into my chest
Seeking
with it, to bring eternal rest
I'm
going to a place I've never been before
I
only need step through death's dreadful door
Rest
is peace, and peace is death
And
with that, I exhale my final breath
My
widow screams, be it sorrow or fear
And
down my lifeless face falls a single tear
For
when I die, I will have a funeral pyre
But
once there I know I shall never escape that dreadful fire
Once
I'm in I will never get out
No
matter how I scream wail or shout
I
must decide now, what I am to do
Or when Lucifer enters the lake of fire I will too