I'm planning my escape,
From my own sinful state.
They should deeply investigate
How i wrote my time and date.
I picked my own end,
I deserve it, i know.
I was not made to mend;
My actions have shown.
The picture shall be frozen
On the cold, dotted stone,
Next to it a couple flowers
And few words pettily sown.
Left my promises, apologies behind.
I was always only meant to hide.
Per request; Heaven's gates have been denied
I'll take the Satan throne, i hope he doesn't mind.
Not a tear shall be shed,
Only silence will dawn.
As i signed my letter red,
"It's better when i'm gone"
About a serial killer becoming his own victim
