I hear their wonderful haunting call
at the hour of midnight,
so I slit my wrist just to watch
my life flow slowly from my withered veins.
The dark phantoms call to me from the other side,
and their voices are so sweet,a soothing melody
for my intense, endless suffering,
so I slit my wrist just to watch my pain
fade slowly away.
The demons of Hell scream out to me
from their fiery home,
so I close my bloodshot eyes and fade slowly
into the mists of the other side,
at last welcoming the comfort of death.
Donavon Scott Vinson
***For my dear friend Monica***