A poem for death

My end

I'll close my eyes

I'll slit my wrists

I will not cry

I'll taste the barrel on my tongue

Finger on the trigger

My final battle almost done

I'll tie the noose

Tight and high

They won't have time to cut me loose

I'll take the pills

Every last one

Finally with tears my eye fills

This is my goodbye

This is my end

And soon in a grave I will lie.