Suicide note
The day was cold,
When to the world your soul you sold.
You were pure to your mother you were gold,
But we know truth be told,
It's your fault you won't grow old.
You're now a ghost,
In the other side alone and lost.
You left me love, broken without a host,
It's all you fault,
Because than me drugs you love the most.
Now my truth I own,
We'll be together soon at the golden town.
Dead I will see my next sundown,
We'll be together my queen you'll wear this crown,
Happy in the other side in our own lown.
I'm alone so I'll leave no scar,
And if any one is hurt speak to the bright star.
I'll listen though I'll be far,
And is for love death I won't spar,
Love is my death's spar.
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