Your Own Worse Enemy

I think about death as often as I think about eating
I think of death as much times as I breath
I think about death as often as I'm living

I think about my death...
I think about the slow death of my soul
I think about the slow death of my heart
And finally I think about the death of my body... Quick and painless

I find myself thinking about...
I just find myself thinking

Blade to my wrist
Pills to my mouth
Noose around my neck

Cut, swallow, jump...
I hear a figure in the distance whisper
I look up to find...

It's me