All alone inside my head
Nothing to remember
Nothing to look forward to 
Nothing to be said.
Up early on this grey May day.
My friends are silhouettes
Nothing to remember
Nothing to forget
Nothing to regret.
I am the ghost of myself
Already at 07.13am
As the BBC news comes on
I'm planning to be dead.
I drink my tea shakily - 
from the last night's booze -
Sit at my desk in this strange house
for one last time.
There are rats in the roof
and a bloody crow
that bangs on the window every day.
I cannot be doing with this
I'll say goodbye my friend. 
Just the usual: drive to the station
Find a train to reverse over me:
decapitation relieves me of my head
there's a silence now instead.