The Memory Of Suicide Poem by Bethany Maxwell

I sit and think of the moment I shall have
The moment I leave this place to find what is truely mine
The moment I will soon have

I sit and think of the pain, the joy
Of watching myself go, as if in a dream
The moment I stop being time's toy

I sit and I wait for it to come; the freedom, the passion
As I watch the blood fall so red, so heavenly
The cuts and scars are my fassion

I sit and I stair in the eyes of death as life comes to an end
I shall be free, I shall have all I want
And then for you I shall send

Feel the breath of suicide
See it's face
Love it, charish the memory, suicide

As I sit and wait I feel her grasp on my soul, on my mind
I feel her voice chanting her name 'suicide.... suicide'
She is for me she is my love, she is so kind

I know I shall be with her for ever in eternity, in her home
I know how sweet her voice, her touch
You should follow you should come

As I sit and wait I know she will love me like her own
I know I have come home to her, and will stay with her
For my broken heart she has sewn

As I sit and wait she closes in on me so dark, so cold
I will join her in the dark in the serenity
And I know you will follow as you are told

Feel the breath of suicide
See her face
Love her, charish the memory, suicide