After suicide
What is left for you?
What are you holding
In reserve?

Think ahead
And plan the best
Escape route
For the last moments of your life

I haven't left the house all day
Because I've been dreaming
Of nooses
And of flames
And of those sorts of things

Lying under
The covers
Terrified
To move an inch

Commitment terrifies
The fire
In me
And yet I long
To spend my life with you

The sight of my life
Flashing before my eyes
Is far too boring
For me to bear.