Suicide Note

To whom my heart may contain
I am at long last feeling sane
I will not have to give a try
It is the time to say goodbye.

The soul of me will be soon freed
A burning desire of its, indeed
Life is not the meaning of freedom
The meaning of which I aimed to fathom.

The bosom of life blooms into darkness
Adorned with roses of great dolefulness
No more lies to myself will be told
The pleasure of heat means I am cold.

To abridge lives you may need to rave
The outline of mine is 'From Love To Grave'
~~~ The End ~~~