I lay in a coffin
Rest my eyes as I close the lid
Now, finally, of
—This sorrow, I rid.
As my body grows limp,
And my breaths start to lessen.
A gun slides in my mouth
As I pull the trigger of this Wesson
Spewing through the air;
Blood surely splatters
The sound is so raw—
It's mixed with organic matter.
The brain; flat-lines
As does the heart
Farewell—to the soul;
Was there one from the start?
Peaceful, and rested,
Now I shall be
Lost, in death's trance
Tossed, within the dream
Eyes nothing more than
A blank, lifeless stare
Donned in all black
Peace now fills the air
Waving goodbye
From a place deep within
No longer convinced—
This suicide is a sin.
Empty and lifeless
Yes, dead to the core
I dreamed of this apparition—
Yes, I dreamt it before
Now, in my demise
I find solace and peace.
I find my soul at ease.
As I now lay deceased.
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