Suicidal Note.

There are hymns singing from the voices of invisible choirs,
they are drawing me nearer,
to the pit engraved in fear.
I stare to see how near,
but I have felt like this for so long,
that my fear has turned to desperation,
a need to disappear,
to escape the strings that keep me leashed
to a life I have no need.
Pulling my existence down to non-existent.
Steering me from the ones that peer,
but see not what I fear,
How it seeks me,
Needs me to devour me.
Engraved in the pit as dust joins dust,
staring at me is the face of death,
It has lent me its murderous hands,?
It calls me it's friend while,
drowning me down the dam,
pushing me down the well,
spitting at my face,
pulling me down the grave.
Is there not a way to escape,
You death?
As you remind me,
You are my fate.