A Suicide Note Written for my Story Project
“The air is dark and the the noise is dead. The way into my wolrd is gone and will never return. My only path now is ruin. My only path a way to Death. Once I am there I will be forgotten. Once I am there I will be known not by anyone including myself. There will no longer be a self for me. There will no longer be a me. I will become part of something more. There is no way for me to tell you that I will stay in your thoughts, for if I do you will know that I was and no longer am. If you do not remember I shall not be missed.
There are no tears where I will go and there is no pain. I will be safe in my curtain of death, a pale rider in the mystery that is life. A shadowed figure in the world of death. A pain will never again see me and it shall never remember my face, as I will not remember the face of pain. The true life of death is certain, but the death of life is inane. I need to know for myself what that is. I need to know how I shall feel when I am gone, if I am gone, and where I will go.
I need to know if I shall remain as myself, a miserable figure represented by flesh; or some new entity bound by the spirit and lacking of the merits of life. In this case life is no longer a merit, but a sad shell of what once was a horrid shell of where I wanted to be and never reached. If I am missed by anyone I am truly sorry. I did not mean to cause anyone pain. Your suffering is my fault and it is another why I must accept my fate.
Do not cry or hate or feel sorrow for me. I took on this alone and shal never be seen. Now only the true nature of Death can see me for what I am and I am now a pale silent entity of what we all fear. Do not fear, though we are jagged and stoic we are not malevolent in any way. We are only here to save you from your shells of hollow laughter. Your tears of false sadness and your lies of passion and greed. We are the light, and death is our torch. Follow us and we will lead you to your new life. We will come to you when you do not expect us and you will come to us in open arms.
Yes, death is my means of life and I will accept all it gives.”
Tell me what you think. It may work, but I’ll have to work some things into it, or out… depending.
