Suicide Letters

I wandered around aimlessly,

without a single care.

I did not know where I was

or how I'd gotten there.

Who I was or might have been

a matter of little care.

For I walked as though I flew

gliding along the air.

A funny numbing feeling,

as I flitter, as I fly

And for once a tear does not linger

for both my eyes run dry.

A scent a lot like copper,

fills my sense of smell

but from where the copper comes from

I, for one, could not tell.

I glide into a room,

met with a sudden chilly gust

to see a body abandoned

in a state of misused lust.

Sticky copper life force

covers wrists, hands and face,

and it has pooled upon the floor

of this dark and evil place.

Skin quite fair in color

with black hair, far from fine.

And looking at the body's face

I find it matches mine.