The Gloomy Death

Do I slit the wrist till it drains,

The blood all the way from the brains.

The blood flowing down the hand,

So never again will I have to stand.

Do I hang myself from the fan,

It will be over before I know it began.

Just hanging from the head lifeless,

And taking with me the words I couldn’t express.

Do I take the easy way and pop some pills,

Without any pain, it’s the only thing that kills.

Leaving everything behind having to worry never,

I just want to lay and slumber in deep sleep forever.