NOTE: I am, not in any way suicidal, or have I ever been. Depressed, sure. But never suicidal. I already know the sting of someone I love dieing.

"Death.
It reeks of ash and putrid flesh.
It strikes quickly,
without warning.
It's a nightime,
with no morning.
And the mourning,
the weeping,
the crying,
never stops.
Until it, too is struck down by Death.
It burns my mind,
It rots my eyes,
It steals my strength,
It taints my heart,
it scars my soul,
Lord God!
My soul!
Where are you?
I know your eyes of stone see my suffering!
For too long has Death dwelled in my mind,
my eyes,
my strength,
my heart,
my soul,
my being, Lord God!
Even my flesh has begun to rot.
Death's stench, Death's reek, is my stench.
My reek.
End Death.
Please.
Before Death ends me, too.
I trust you, Lord!
End the tainted scars on the gold of my life!
End Death!
And the suffering,
the pain,
that come with Death.
My fear is overshadowed by Hate.
For Death,
and slowly becoming for you, oh Lord!
Save me!
Before I'm pulled away from you.
away from light,
away from Love,
away from water,
and into darkness,
and into Hate,
and into thirst,
Into Death,
From Life.
Where my mind shall be ashes,
my eyes clawed out,
my strength completely sapped,
my heart a black mist,
my soul torn apart.
My blood will boil,
My body spread to the winds.
Why have you abandoned me Lord?
Alone.
Alone. With Death."

I sceamed this in my last last minutes of Hope.
Then, I felt the Lord move.
My Mind glowed
My Eyes could see,
My Strength full,
My Heart gold,
My Sould whole.
I Shined.
I had Joy,
The water overflowed.
Darkness vaporized,
Hate diffused.
And Death?
It ended.
Just like this poem.