Climatic Final High Notes Poem by Axley Jade Blaze

To Whom It May Concern,

I rush to write this, immolation all around me as I contort
I turn, and I churn.

I'm composing this note,
I'm hitting the high one
It's a glorious act;
The final goodbye one
Cryptic scripture, head tips so far
Voice shrieks, eyes flutter
Still, no hesitation, not the slightest stutter
Instead, I push for more, go one octave higher
A screeching pitch; one more time
As I huff Death's chemicals; DMT
—inhale another line!
Ready to indite it;
With these final high notes
I compose a sorrowful goodbye
I'm prepared for the concluding stage
Prepared to smear ink across it
Screech these notes on this god-forsaken page!
Can't make things brighter;
It only increases the dark
So I'm writing this letter
Diplomatic fancy penmanship,
An overflowing note, as I depart
I reached the anacrusis
The climax, I found
Not from chemicals or unearthly creations
Just heading homeward, bound
No more rights, no more wrongs
No more lyrics, no more songs
Instead of this note, a goodbye, so long
I can't find a way to resolve it
A method that would be better
So I'm signing out now,
I'm singing goodbye
This is my song
I'm hitting the high notes:
The very last ones
This is my letter.

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