Awake

I am on the brink of committing my final suicide
as the other half of me has already died

There at my own wake
I stood alone

The mirror medicine cabinet rattles with bottled pills
I see my face reflection in untold gloom
The garden swing’s rope will make a nice tight noose
I see my child swinging to and fro in glee
The unloaded gun only needs one bullet in its' barrel
I see my holster hanging empty on the hook
The gas oven door is open wide with the meat inside
I see the roast cooking "raw" on the rake
The thought of driving the Jaguar into the watery creek
I see as a terrible waste of a damn good car
The razor blade in the shaver has grown rusty and blunt
I see me having hairy legs when I am dead

Firstly, grant me your forgiveness
When I speak my last goodbye

Now let us hear your epitaph of me
Before you learn I am cold and dead