I've thought about it,
For years now,
Sometimes for weeks on end,
The possibilities,
Nothing concrete,
Just the idea,
Just dreaming about the ways,
I could bring my world,
To a sudden and permanent stop,
Indulging in thoughts,
Of soft, brown earth,
Over my eyes,
As I watch the world,
From some place else,
Where the pain,
Can't eat away at my insides,
And reality is just a dream,
To my dimmly lit eyes,
Then, will they understand,
What they did to me,
That they cut too deep,
And took too much,
Despite all the warning signs,
The fatigue and distance,
My pale cheeks and thinning figure,
The loss of interest,
In all that I once loved,
The pure lifelessness,
So clear, so obvious,
That they were too blind and ignorant to see...

...Maybe I should,
Just so they will realise

I am perplexed of late,
This deathly still has becalmed,
The heart that beat in terror,
When all the earth embalmed,

As that cocoon that sleeps neath leaves,
And all the dreams I dreamed,
Once were cast into the flames,
And echoed there it screamed.

Aloud the hatred of humanity,
The cruel ways of men gone mad,
Their fingers spread upon the keys,
And played a song so sad,

I nearly wept away these scales
Upon my eyes these blinders,
Dark glasses worn to hide the tears,
And sit among the cinders,

Where I am perplexed at all this coldness,
Frosted window panes and icy breath,
To channel all the grieving hearts,
And learn to live with death.

Would I have this folly pass,
This melancholy episode complete,
When I accepted death, ah deadly woe,
What lies eternal at my feet.