Tell me, in your eye My own letters That, yes Are so wrong; I know.
For, they were Written only when I was So inflated By my manic intoxicated mind.
I tell you This is: My being! The same Being that has So gone astray; Flying apart from My unknowing Self
And I go on Falling Frighteningly so For remember Just how much I fear heights As I continue Plunging Into an unknown That I far prefer To end my life Than to ever see through its end
For, you must understand That I much need to experience The Quicker End I called Suicide Rather than go through The Long End I called My Life