The End

Slowly getting ready,

ready for the end.

Slowly I walk downstairs,

my dogs sleeping on the couch.

Slowly I walked over to the hall closet, 

grabbing an old rope.

Slowly walked over to the table to grab a chair,

and brought it over to the ceiling beam.

Hopped up and tied the rope.

Slowly put the noose around my neck,

and said my last goodbyes.

Knocked over the chair,

and took my final breath.