How wonderful will it be
To hang myself from the ceiling
With no life left in me
Become a back and forth swinging body.
What sweet pleasure
To see you walk into my room
And maybe scream or faint in surprise
Upon witnessing this deathly gloom.
Imagine how delicious i'll feel
When you stumble upon my suicide note
You'll see i learnt everything that you taught
When the paper blames you for all of it.
Your knees will buckle under your weight
Maybe you'll turn whiter than that sheet
I know you'll start to hyperventilate
And be consumed by a feeling resembling hate.
People will console you, and you'll lament "why me?"
You've always been a great actor, playing the perfect victim.
Blubbering, whimpering, and crying
It's the best sight i'll ever see.
If i could borrow a camera from Lucifer
I would, and i'll take your bloody picture.
And stick it on a wall next to where i'll burn
My eternity in hell will be filled with laughter.
Cuz your crying face will be a fucking joke.
The kind that never gets old.
Nothing will amuse me more
Than teaching you a lesson
So my eyes are closed in daylight
As i dream of sweet suicide.
