Her Last Entry
by Suze LeFey/Suzette/Surzy

With haste and time, she pulled a pen,
from deep within the desk, she knew,
and pulled a leatherbound, but old --
book that lived to tell her point of view.

She wondered whether it'd be her last,
or first, but last, she thought - confused,
but nonetheless began to write
her sorrowful chant, and fatal moods.

Determined to begin her entry,
she picked a word that meant 'goodbye',
and hoped to excavate some sympathy;
from all her 'friends', who've made her cry.

"Farewell", she found in her books,
and used it like tissue -- to wipe,
and felt her soul ease but a pint,
And began to write about a monstrous night.

"I'm sorry, mother, father, dears,
that I could not have shed much tears,
for you, of course, I'll try to when
I've found my seat, b'tween hell and heaven;
do not fear, the night grew long,
before you could possibly ever know.

But my dear, when I lie adjacent to the horizon-line,
remember to tell dear 'friends' of mine,
that I have tried and tried... and tried ...
to no avail, to live up to their wish.

And if you wonder, how it ends,
they all asked, just a simply task, you see,
to make myself, to make amends,
by flying like the birds -- to be free.

And so, I did.
The simplest of the tasks,
my dear 'friends', of course,
bestowed upon me, if you ask...
To fly, like birds,
and soar with wings.
Just know, their wish,
it was no terrible thing.

And so tonight, whilst you sleep,
and much before the morn you'll reach,
before the time you'll find my book,
a tad earlier than when you'll look,
I'll have flown, from land - over sea.
I'll have devied gravity.

From where?
You'll find me by the fish, in the sea.
Or if, I'm lucky, just near
Highway Bridge, 8-43."

/fin

A/N: It's the best way to get rid of anger when your mad at some...people. So yeah.