That Suicide
THAT SUICIDE
By Roy A. Merritt
If I could only defy this pain
Perhaps I wouldn't feel so inane
Perhaps I wouldn't ponder so
All this pain that strikes me low
And maybe I could drive away
This voice that demands of me each day
Take the chance strike you fool
You're only drowning in this pool
In this pool of miserable grief
That''ll never leave you give relief
There is no hell you fool you see
No heaven or hell no eternity
No God or Satan as they propose
Just this misery that grows and grows
Grows like the monster who does conspire
To bring you low and dwell in fire
The fire that burns within your soul
Though burning harsh it leaves you cold
No more do you wish to reside
You only want that suicide
That suicide a beauty's appeal
That begs of you, you to kill
No thought of those you'd leave behind
To explain it all your long decline
They you know at least you guess
Would only howl and loud protest
Please dear one break this chain
That bounds you up with constant pain
We couldn't stand it we couldn't abide
If you should commit this suicide
But I don't listen and quick depart
To drive this blade within my heart
And as I watch my life retreat
I greet this death, this death so sweet
And once I go and meet my end
Only a number to pencil in
One more fool that couldn't hide
From that pain that suicide
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