Suicide is painless.
I play my gambit before the reaper.
A friendly game prior to my final sin.
Into my thoughts, I again fall deeper.
In this case, defeat would still be a win.
For long I have harbored a fear of death,
but all things laid bear, nothing left to hide
- letting fear give way to my final breath -
I would like to welcome him with arms wide!
Because my mind is too broken to mend,
and there is only anguish left inside.
There is no longer a fort to defend,
the last few embers of hope have just died
I will not be spared over until another year.
This old villain will take me with a joyous sneer.
Posted Dec 4, 2021, 5:26 PM UTC
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