Mirth Through Death

Deep pain penetrates my soul Life has gone out of control Agony is playing a devilish role To complete its cruel role Problems inundate to frustrate I love to become Mr. Late Heaven has closed its gate Devil has come to investigate Heart has lost fully all its hope I am to hang search for a rope I am sure for me there is no scope With life I find it difficult to cope She simply ignored my love Caring not is this God-above I feel like ending my life now Will anyone teach me how? If I am completely eliminated And at the earliest cremated Surely peace can be created This is dejectedly by me stated Let thunder fall on my lousy head Let bad words about me be said I wait eagerly to fall shabbily dead Let devils drink soon my bad blood I must be by Angels terribly cursed I must not be by any one nursed Joy and me are forever divorced All my songs are only sadly versed As no one likes my presence Hatred I can surely sense If a pen to write my hand opens Even my ideas refuse me defense O- God- I beg you to kill me soon I want from you only that boon Let me vanish like the cool moon Crush my life like that of a cocoon I beg you to consider my application I love to enjoy this dying occasion As killing is purely your avocation To you I have given an indication. mvvenkataraman