[ WP ] Satan prevents a suicide .

Holding rope inside my hands, I slowly folded bands and bands 
 Of harsh brown cord with fraying ends while I began my slow farewell. 
 The noose was rough, the knots done badly, the note was rushed, the tone quite sadly 
 Not at all enough to show the grief my ‘ friends ’ awfully befell. 
 
 Around my neck the noose was tightened by my trembling hands, too frightened 
 To get this over quickly before my mother came home and rang the bell. 
 I wasn ’ t the best boy, I knew it well, but it can be so hard to tell— 
 Too late to think of life with death so near; I looked downward and fell… 
 
 A bright red hand then stopped my fall, a set of horns, a tail, all 
 Of which were part of some demonic thing thin air chose to expel. 
 His hand was cold, the skin quite rough—he must have been so very tough; 
 He cleared his throat, turned right around towards me and began to tell: 
 
 “ We ’ ve got some bad ones, not quite flowers, but at least they know to shower 
 When they realise that their stench is overpowering all other smells. 
 But you—in all my time down here, not one person is even near! 
 TL; DR: you smell real bad, and we don ’ t like that down in Hell. ” 

