A suicide note
I carved on my chair
With a rusty old key
Wrapped in devil’s hair
Tied down & gagged
Steel chains around my wrists
Hell’s fury builds inside
As I close my immortal fists
I draw a Lucifer smile
As my human body plays dead
My eyes turn from black
To Demon yellow & red
I reach for his dagger
To disengage the void I can’t bare
As crimson acid rain falls
On to my suicide chair
My soul adjusts to evil
Lost deep in ruptured light
As I become another victim
A creature of the night
The taste of ash in my mouth
As death floats in the air
Soaked in blood; I stand
From my suicide chair.
L.C. Morgan
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-devil-s-chair/
