Mandatory Suicide


Standing on the edge of life and death,
Your next cry, may hold your final breath.
The future holds nothing; like an unpatchable tear,
The end is to come, and you're half way there.
Your family has fled, your riches are gone,
Your brightest days on this earth, have already shone.
What's left for you here? Nothing but grief,
You have already turned over, every new leaf.
No longer will help have any effect,
Your desire to leave. is fully erect.
You've passed the fine line that seperates sanity,
Ruthlessly ending your unfit humanity.


Reflection
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