The pills are spread across the table,
The note is ready, sealed and signed.
I shake, impatient to fulfill
My macabre end, which I designed
E'er since I promised myself I would
I've organized horrible deaths and such,
And even when I'm rotting down in hell,
I'll never forget the warmth of his touch
You pushed me to this untimely fate,
I remember the terribly cruel words you said,
"That stupid whore can go rot in hell,
'cause I'd prefer if she were dead."
I can barely call fate untimely,
You've expected this for sometime now.
Pray to Satan we'll never recross paths
But that's something that I can't disallow.
Fate cannot completely be changed
By words, it can only be bent.
So now, in hell, flames lick my skin
'Twas where I was born, 'twas where I was sent.
The note is ready, sealed and signed.
I shake, impatient to fulfill
My macabre end, which I designed
E'er since I promised myself I would
I've organized horrible deaths and such,
And even when I'm rotting down in hell,
I'll never forget the warmth of his touch
You pushed me to this untimely fate,
I remember the terribly cruel words you said,
"That stupid whore can go rot in hell,
'cause I'd prefer if she were dead."
I can barely call fate untimely,
You've expected this for sometime now.
Pray to Satan we'll never recross paths
But that's something that I can't disallow.
Fate cannot completely be changed
By words, it can only be bent.
So now, in hell, flames lick my skin
'Twas where I was born, 'twas where I was sent.
POET'S NOTE: I added in the bolds to show you where the stresses are in the poem because I found it rather confusing to find them myself. Sorry if this confuses you any more x]
