My Choice

Thunder clouds darken the light gray sky.
I warm, musty rain falls to the earth.
Today is my last day, my choice.
After all the hurt and mental abuse,
I’m a shell of what I used to be.
Slowly eaten away like termites.
Feelings have gone numb,
Physical pain is all that is left.
I will end it now as lightning cracks and burns above.
Each drop of my blood will resurrect my memory.
This act will make me immortal, as I rot in the afterlife.

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