(NOT TO BE TAKEN SERIOUSLY; JUST PEOTRY) I die today just like every other day except on this day it is a physical death, Blood gushing from my wrists like two foul crimson fountains of putrid flesh. All my life is nothing but one crime after another in dispair, But why do I bother pondering all these things; its not as if you care. This is my eulogy; this is my life that has become my death; this is my love for hatred running free; this is the end of me....