The scene must be set
for maximum impact
The chair is placed
so the next to come in
Will open the door
my corpse in plain view
On my CD player
is my favorite song
How can I laugh tomorrow
when I can't even smile today
Pictures of family
I cut off all their faces
Then place them around me
a shrine to the life that I hate
The shotgun
I place that under my chin
One last step,
an end to the pain
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem