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The time is near,

I'm not consumed by fear.

I cannot feel my feet

and my mind is cursing with heat.

No words can explain,

my pleasure fo this pain,

as I capture

the beautiful melody of this rapture.

My hands are shaking,

and this moment, is just breathtaking!

I tie the rope, counting.

The tension is mounting.

I have no power,

as I take the last step towards the tower.

Doesn't the view just enlighten?

I can feel the rope tighten,

but just a moment longer

and the poet's words grow stronger.

"Rise, rise to an endless pleasure".

This is the moment that I shall always treasure.

Little specks of blood mark my shirt,

the ropes are leaving marks of dirt,

cutting deep into my soul.

My death is near,this is my goal.



Lights of exquisite love

fill my mind from above.

I can smell the sting,

the fall will bring.

Laughter fills my ear,

finally, the end is near.



Now raise your hands for me,

because am I not making history?

Slowly I lift myself,

ensuring that I face your picture on the shelf.

The chair, I gently shove away,

noting my very last memorable stay.

A silent hollow gasp fills the air,

the rope has tightened around my neck, my hair.

I lift my eyes,

forever more, I will watch the skies.



A little jerk,then silence fills the night,

the moment had come and it had been so right.