GRAND FINALE

A Bus? A truck?

No… too much pain

Would smash me silly

But I’d be slain

A bus would make me a mangled corpse

The driver might be tried in court

Middle of road and get run over

Mercedez Benz or a big Land Rover

It would be great

It would be over

A rope?

Maybe… but not reliable

It easily breaks, and is not viable

It will seem like an execution

A crime or sin in restitution

It would require a closed coffin

Cuz hanging victims are blue often

A razor?

Nice… but too messy

Blood everywhere… red and glossy

A blade, scissors, a big sharp knife

Give me something

Take my life

Some pills?

Depends what I can get

Cuz I don’t wanna have regrets

By taking something that won’t work

I get sick, my tummy will hurt

The window?

Cool… but too romantic

Reminds people that love is Symantec

But falling down would be tragic

And if from high, will work like magic

What about a chamber of gas?

Inhale it in

Exhale my past

Or I could electrocute myself

It is efficient, but hurts as hell

Or maybe I could drink some poison

Fall down the stairs, grab for the curtain

My personal favorite is to burn

Set me ablaze Cuz I have earned

My right to choose the way I end

Choose to rebel or repent

I want to go out in flames

Consumed by fire, orange rain

And it would make to me familiar

My final reign with the superior

No buried body, coffin, or grave

No funeral or grieving at a wake

Don’t trap me again in my own death

Just set me free and spread my ashes

Been caged so long in lonely thrashes

Just spread what of me remained

A medium through which woe and pain

Trickled through to my soul’s domain

Let me fly, let me soar

Let me cross that final door.

ISIS