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I used to be amazed by that grim act;
could not conceive how life could be so bad.
No longer do I question it, in fact -
it’s only for the living, death is sad.
While my opinion’s changed, don’t think me mad.
If life’s so great – go on – you can live mine!
But as for me, I’m running out of time.
We struggle from the womb - we just can’t wait
another second to commence the flail.
From thence to tomb, we tempt relentless Fate -
refusing to believe that we will fail,
‘til She has sucked us dry and left us pale.
Naïve, I thought that maybe I might win -
and you tell me that suicide’s a sin!
So how does one descend to pessimist;
collapse into the black hole of despair,
forget about the things he might have missed
and set a course to where there are no cares?
It happens when your soul is filleted bare.
To me it’s just a question of degree -
deciding when sweet Death should set you free.
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