To all who read this composition:
I shall share my disposition,
With these last words I waste my breath
To dignify my dance with death

I've found the reason that we live
Now life has nothing more to give
If shared, the world would see my plight
You must live on to fight the fight

The reason I shall leave today
Has a name, I dare not say
Her voice is soft, her eyes are deep
My memory of her, in death, I'll keep

I die today, so much more than satisfied
I find myself with nothing left to hide
So here you'll find my epitaph
A personal requiem, on my own behalf

I need her, but you could not understand
My love, and fate, go hand in hand
Visions of grandeur all put aside...
She will be the method of my suicide