THE UPCOMING MENTAL SUICIDE..

My mind is working against the clock.

I'm having such a hard time breathing right now.

The strategies are taking shape,

Every component fits together flawlessly.

The setting, the stuff, and the things,

All in perfect synchronization.

As I awaited the Angels' departure,

just to determine the precise moment and time.

Still need to purchase a few things,

There is yet time.

Knowing I'll be leaving soon stings.

The dangers and the repercussions,

I hope they inter it with my remains.

I need some cords to bind me,

silver thick tape,

a few sedatives, the stronger the better to use when necessary.

At least I wouldn't experience the agony of drowning,

I also won't strain to breathe while I'm unconscious.

Waiting for the ideal occasion to start,

But I'm holding out for the worst moment to take my stand while more devils are there.

I'm too worn out to continue.

At least nobody will intervene to prevent me from meeting my planned death this time.

I'm going to be pulled to the bottom of the water, so nobody will know.

It's a good thing I tied myself up with something substantial,

permanently merged with the sea,

No rescue means no memory.

Until the end of time.