Tonight is the night,
I feel the full moons light on my skin.
I've ascended this buildings great height,
Tonight I meet my end.
I've climbed up here for one reason,
It would be weak to back out now.
Suicide might be high treason,
Cold sweat drips down my brow.
I know this is a waste of time,
I'm writing this before I go.
I'm finally going to silence my mind,
I just wanted to let you know.
Aug 12, 2014
Aug 12, 2014 at 12:35 AM UTC
Tonight is the night,
I feel the full moons light on my skin.
I've ascended this buildings great height,
Tonight I meet my end.
I've climbed up here for one reason,
It would be weak to back out now.
Suicide might be high treason,
Cold sweat drips down my brow.
I know this is a waste of time,
I'm writing this before I go.
I'm finally going to silence my mind,
I just wanted to let you know.
My last poem I think y'all. Goodbye
