Death is something to become accustomed to,
Something not to fear,
Not to construe,
When examining its leer.

The cycle of life delivers
Exhilaration and then mortification,
Sometimes not filling in any answers,
Neither promising or denying tarnation.

But we need not delve into
The concept of death being morbid,
Or something a god will malignantly do,
At the same time, these thoughts we can't forbid.

Find peace with existing to exist;
Look out for yourself;
Do not unwittingly miss
Those who made you cut your wrist.