Last moments of a suicidal,
The start of the end,
When times comes,
A final point.
First hours of the night,
The darkness enclosed me,
The smoke involves me,
I feel the place,
Heavy, morbid,
Sad and irksome.
There is no more why,
There is no more meaning,
enough... Enough!
The chair screaks,
I hear the cigarettes
Burning on a verb comes
To my mind
Clamoring for me,
I cry and I beg for forgiveness.
There is no more why,
There is no more meaning,
For me... ENOUGH!
Remembrances of my life
Comes to torture me,
Anguishing me,
Devouring me,
Part per part,
Slowly,
Until the end.
