Words travel through my head.
Thoughts that scare me,
They seem so dead.
I feel as if my life is ending.
What is wrong?
I miss the one person that I love.

Thoughts that scare me
In my head, images that I don't want to see.
Why? Why? Why do they come to me??

My heart beats in pain.
The pulse, ill to the thought.
Death....Death.....
It seems so sweet.
But would it be in vain
To sacrifice myself to that hellbound train?

Images, Images....
Thoughts and feelings
Each worse than the next
Kill me, kill me
End my life.

First it was all pleasure,
The love strong as life itself.
Now, it feels weak
Fragile as glass.
I hope, I hope that the thoughts I have are not real.
The world of dreams, just that.....dreams.

For if not...
Die I must
By my own hand.
I could not stand my love being in the arms of another.
Death, Death....it seems so sweet.
Right now, it ends.
I die a painful death
Only to find on the other side, she waits for me.

--Dana Seneca