Hunter killed himself on this day, in 2005.
In his note he said
He should have done it long before
What use is it being a legend
When you are still alive
Inside him was a barely controlled fire
He was torn in life, by desire
And not knowing the reasons
Needing to know what exists
Can one enjoy a life of misery
If you find truth buried in hate and scorn
What happens if you find the end
And nothing is there
What can one learn from terror
After a life of revealing ugliness
In society, in the undergrowth
He didn't fight it
He lived it, unpeeled it
Holding it up to the light
