Letter to Death

To the voices in my head:
Don't worry about me
I'll be fine

The pharmacist sold me medicine today
Matches and oil
Toss them into a wooden building
Light the match
Add a dash of gunpowder
Burn until there's nothing left
My sorrows turned to dust
Bittersweet ashes
Crunchy and fluffy
I'll bring you some one day
Don't worry
I'm not an arsonist
Yet

The nurse suggested tradditional methods
A pointy knife
Run it down a vein or capillary
Nice long gash
Add a bit of salt
Bleed until there's nothing left
My sorrows trickled away
Tangy blood
Salty and watery
I'll bring you some one day
Don't worry
I'm not suicidal
Yet

The doctor prescribed lots of bedrest
A bottle of sedatives
Pour it all down my throat
Swallow
Add a drop of poison
Use liberally
My sorrows fade away
Blissful subconciousness
Light and airy
I'll bring you some one day
Don't worry
I'm not dead
Yet

I think I'm healing now
My situation's changed
I'm moving up the path
Back to join the Sane
No longer half way between
The path is pretty straight
When I'm sure nothing can change
Oops
Wrong way
I guess now I'm in hell
Oh well

To the voices in my head:
Don't worry
I'm fine
Perhaps it's my imagination
But Satan's rather kind
To the voices in my head:
I'll bring you here one day
Don't worry
I'm not suffering
Yet.