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Death would not be answer,
to the things that plague my mind,
Like a wave when the tide goes out,
moving away from me, the whole of human kind.

I somehow feel that my time has come,
observing from afar,
Like a killer, waiting to meet his victim,
Watching life pass by him, from the blacked out window of a car.

Suicide, an option, a folly,
to beomce obselete,
But what am I, if only to imagine,
how to cause enldess agony,
to the people I see and meet?

This world is corrupted by 'truth',
wrapped conviniently in 'innocent' lies,
It makes me sick to my stomach, the way people think, feel and what they say,
makes me want to severe all ties.

But rather than kill myself,
to Death, I become so near,
I shall become Death personified, I Him, Him me,
something for these twisted ants to fear.

Description
Death would not be answer,
to the things that plague my mind,
Like a wave when the tide goes out,
moving away from me, the whole of human kind.

I somehow feel that my time has come,
observing from afar,
Like a killer, waiting to meet his victim,
Watching life pass by him, from the blacked out window of a car.

Suicide, an option, a folly,
to beomce obselete,
But what am I, if only to imagine,
how to cause enldess agony,
to the people I see and meet?

This world is corrupted by 'truth',
wrapped conviniently in 'innocent' lies,
It makes me sick to my stomach, the way people think, feel and what they say,
makes me want to severe all ties.

But rather than kill myself,
to Death, I become so near,
I shall become Death personified, I Him, Him me,
something for these twisted ants to fear.