CAMELOT FANTASIES

SUICIDE

Thru the mists of death, you will cry.
When you take your last breath to die.
Loneliness, takes a last sigh.
When looking, in the reaper's eye.
There you must remain, no coming back in time.
So please rethink again, there is beauty in life.
Luv yourself from within, do not stress the strife.
To many, have spoke this cry.
No more,  should they die.