I walk down a beaten path.
Alone I wander with the monster of my nightmares.
I feel a slight sensation of cold warmth run through my body as it touches me.
The mighty beast named Death embraces me with a hate like no other.
I've danced with a million devils.
I've made love to a million angels.
Yet I've never felt something as engrossing as this.
I liked it.
Why did I like it?
I didn't know at the time.
I know now though.
I needed this.
I needed to be alone.
I got exactly what I needed.
No city of angels for me.
Just a black hole of silence.
I thank Death for what he's done for me.
I now say goodbye without regret to the world I knew before this.
I tried to give you the best possible look at what might be running through someones head when they are committing suicide. (Although I've never attempted.) I tried to sum it up in a more poetic sort of way.