SUICIDE
with the blood on my hands and the gun on the floor
i go over the image of the night just before
i don't understand all the things i have done
as i look at my body in the grave i just dug
.
no more horror
no more pain
as all my sorrow goes down in vain
.
rounding the corner i see my sealed fate
awaiting for me is perpetual hatesubmitted by Edna
