Here I stand, the self-made victi
m.Living here,In a pla
ce,Where I can grow my fear,
Caught in the human race.Why shou
ld I stand for nothing,Alone, and nothin
g to believe in.Depression,
Regression.Did we asked to l
ive?Do we have some kind of purpose here?
I guess not,I have n
othing to do here,Not anymore.
As I face Death,Consciou
s and fearless,Asking myself,
All theses never answered questions.
I hold a gun in my hand,My life 
in the other one,A bullet and a ticket 
to Life's end.I feel that the time has come.
Here's my life for it,
Take it.
As the bullet crosses my brain,
I can't feel my vains,
My pulse, not anymore.


- Mandatory Suicide

Margin Walker [GRi
P/AD]