Plunged in bewilderment
There he lay,slain within
Mocking himself in disdain
Unrelenting bitterness eating him
With time running out of joint
The heart wanting to say more
Much much and much more
Drained by the deepest remorse
Of keeping them words unsaid
Words that once were lifeless
Have now made living, a torture
Nagging him for nothing but,
Procrastination that took far too long
Took him somewhere unknown
Somewhere that only he could see it

Now sprawling in comatose, staring
At the nothing around him, wondering
Would he ever find peace
Rolling up his sleeves and pulling out
The blade not of grass but shiny
Struggling for the choice to make
One last choice,but would it matter?
Stricken with nothing but neglect
Existing to nobody but himself
He had decided his fate
Letting the waves drown him
Nobody to ****** the metal away
Freeing his soul of the debilitated body
With a cut so deep, he had found his peace