The Art of Dying

Suffering torments a miserable life Depression is the decay of the soul The divine pain; abort with the midwife Hopeless despair punctures a vast black hole Choosing a method; entrusting myself Letting the blood exhaust and fall away At long last, bid humanity farewell So gentle in peaceful silence I stray The sweet waves of blackness swallow my pain Tender oblivion; I grant nothing Cold hug of solitude fades in the rain All abandon with the touch of a wing Alas, I am snatched back to existence These arms cannot speak to my persistence