As I spiral down
Into the deep sense
Of Depression and Regret
I was for the beckoning Finger
Of Death to comb my shivering
Neck.
We all want something
I chose death
So that I can escape
The wicked sense of humor
This world has.
When it comes to replaying
My life
I regretful that I let this Secret
Follow Me
To the wooden bed
Under the Earth.
But I am glad
I wanted to die,
So someone could
Unravel the secret
That was almost like  bullet wound.
Finally I will get Justice.
And I will dance in
The After world
Where I am bounded by Freedom