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