"If a man die, shall he live again? all the days of my
appointed time will I wait, till my change come."
-The Book of Job
By the time you read this,
I'll be dead,
either to you or to the world.
A conversation with an old friend
made me see that I am beyond.
Hell is waiting; there is no
elsewhere for me.
I deserve every degree
I am to suffer.
So tonight I will take
what is both mine alone
and what is ours together
and cut it all
out of trouble.
I would have told you sooner,
but never is a good time for you to talk.
I wish I could have told you,
but it wasn't my decision.
By the time you read this,
I will be dead.
I will have spared your life from my ruin;
I will have chosen hell instead.
By the time you read this,
We will be dead.