These suicidal thoughts are like music to my ears,

The requiem of death which only my soul can hear.

Grief synchronises with a melody to heighten my fears, 

A harmonious tune crafted from the anguish I have suffered for years. 

I impatiently wait for my final outro to play,  so I can permanently disappear.

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My darkness reaches new heights, 

I let my demons loose and they begin to take flight.

Ascending -- the gravity of my sins engulfs me,

and I lose the part of myself which was once light. 

The corruption then starts blackening my soul, forcing it to give up its unavailing fight. 

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My pain screams at the top of its lungs, 

Remembering all the: “if you need me(s)” now with silent tongues. 

Demons storm in and begin to cloud my heart, 

The spell of darkness showers and leaves its unsolicited mark.

My mouth stays still as I’m left without words,

Yet my mind fills with suicidal thoughts flooding in herds.

I wonder how it was to live my past life?

I hope...

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