The Hitman's Suicide Letter
 

The silhouette of a syringe
and the silhouette of a soldier
I felt the heart cringe
and my blood is quite cultured
for its metaphysical thoughts
pertain only to mercury

Every star that litters
the sky is a feeling unfelt,
a theory i had committed
to while writing my last epitaph

The explanation of motives and the
method admitted, formed
by the striking of one selfish match.