Sucide
For a second the glee ceases
the dark swamp the soul
as the ardor to hate increases
takes over the mind and soar
to a height of no return
flirting with the heart kindly
up above amidst pleasures in turn
giving reasons to end life freely
leaving behind the past pain
even the present shame
on a voyage _ sitting in a lost train
a hard choice to end the future blame.
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