A Farewell

Old suicide note I keep in my wallet to remind myself how much better my life has gotten.
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All I have left inside,
is a shell of the soul that died,
a cup of the tears i cried,
and thoughts of suicide,
and though i welcome,
oblivion's sweet kiss,
as I stand upon the precipice,
and step off the ledge,
into sepulcher's black abyss,
I cannot abide,
being unjustified,
in heeding sorrows dark cry,
so while the winged seraphim,
and the horned teraphim,
in unison sigh,
"You are a fool to die,
for the love of Life, why?"
And as explanation i say,
"For a broken hearts sweet yearning,
do i plan to die, ere break of day,"
for yea,
the sun seemed black as night,
and as my chest drew tight,
i prepared to fly,
or die,
whilst i try,
And they crooned, "Woe!
Woe to the young with a soul so old,
and with a blackened heart,
in a poets mold!"
So I begged, "Let my story be told..."

"For foolish young love,
did i die,
yet not a single tear,
for me did you cry,
for foolish young love,
i took one last dive,
Because you weren't there,
in my life."