September 6, 2007.

Sunday is gloomy,
with shadows I spend it all,
My heart and I have decided to end it all,
Soon there'll be flowers and prayers that are sad,
I know, let them not weep,
Let them know that I'm glad to go.

Death is no dream,
For in death I'm caressing you,
With the last breath of my soul I'll be blessing you,
Gloomy Sunday.

-Gloomy Sunday [Hungarian Suicide Song]