beast_of_the_east

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i look upon the grim reaper as my savor
i see a rope, i think what a way to go, i tie the noose and think of it hanging around my neck tightly as i gasp for my last breath
i see the vast water in front of me, i think of many possibilities here, i can handcuff a chain to a cinder block as i release it into the water and then plunge into the water, that sinking feeling as i gasp for my last breath
i see the many possibilities here that i have missed, jumping off a building, the final noise , splatt!
cutting my wrists, as my veins begin to coagulate as i pump out my last ounce of blood
a mouthful of pills, no more ills,
a pistol in my mouth, all my blood going south
a brisk walk into traffic, making sure its a fast one
or a very bad stench of gasoline as i light my final cigarette
there are so many solutions, for this way i feel , but living is only way in a many to see, how much i really grieve