Gathering Storm Poem by Samael Wolf

Eroding from within,
I grow weaker
as the storm builds

breaking down my resolve
and making my end more clear
the slow infinately painful image

of gun against temple
pull the trigger, end it all
sleep. endless sleep

end the pain, die as I live,
alone. Not for pity, thats for the weak,
just to end it all, thats all

stop the emptiness,
the thrills are long gone
the love died there too

why not join it?
None to mourn me, and rightly so
if they cared they would show it

Die while I still look good,
maybe I better shoot lower,
take out my heart

Its not really there anymore, anyway,
born alone, live alone, die alone
At least I'll make a good corpse.