With every passing second,

This craving for death strengthens.

I made a very good job,

In befriending melancholy.

My soul, it’s new abode;

It just holds on to my shoulder,

With no thought of letting go.

Love’s turned to hate,

Sympathy to torment,

Ecstasy to detection,

Yeah Death I can see you clearly.

Just tempt me to it,

To the knife lying an inch close to me,

Hush! I finally feel the relief

Within the blood oozing out of my throat

Embrace me harder Death;

For in your arms, I shall lay for evermore!

Thanks for joining me!

Good company in a journey makes the way seem shorter. — Izaak Walton