I pray the Lord my soul to take...

As I lay me down to sleep I pray the Lord my soul to keep, Gear, tornequet and spoon, this nightmare will be over soon, Pen and paper write my note, apologising and I quote, "To those who loved me I do write, to say I'm giving up the fight, No doubts have I steadfast and sure, that I can't take this anymore" And I continue, bare my soul, and how addiction took its toll, As tears fall and sting my face, of fear seem's there is no trace, I'm calm and focused cut no slack, my plans laid out no turning back, Pick up the works*draw up the gear, confusion none, mind crystal clear, Pump up my arm seek out a vein, from 2nd thoughts I do refrain, Each step I take is understood, I watch the syringe fill up with blood, Push in the plunger now to late, to change my mind I've sealed my fate, With thoughts of loved ones in my head, I lay me down upon my bed, If I should die before I wake I pray the Lord my soul to take. *Works...slang name for a syringe