My hours are slumberless.
Dearest the shadows I live with
are numberless
Little white flowers will never
Awaken you.
Not where, the coach of
Sorrow has taken you.
Angels have no thought of ever,
returning you.
Would they be angry if i thought
of joining you.
Gloomy Sunday.

Sunday is gloomy
with Shadows I spend it all
My heart and I have decided to
END IT ALL.

Soon there will be flowers and
prayers that are sad and I know.
Let them not weep, let them know
that I am
GLAD TO GO....

JUSTME

Take care and be well.