Queue ******;
hands sweating
heart racing
focus, eyes glazing.

Queue Regret;
composure,
"why couldn't I maintain it?"
I am rich, not one of the unsightly poor!
"Why, why couldn't I maintain it?"
This sequence in trance, I was so sure!
"****, WHY COULDN'T I MAINTAIN IT?"
Everyone is gone, FATE everlasting so cruel.

Queue Hope;
in that darkest hour I was prompted and asked:
"Do you wish to CONTINUE?"
A new beginning, a fresh start, reset and CONTINUE!

"Life is fleeting", that's what I have always been told.
"Do you really wanna do that?"
Why can't you move on, like every other ode.
"Do you really wanna do that..?"
Uncanny sentiment ramping in thought: "AltDeleteControl"

Queue End:
Oh how you have played out to be
nothing but a sequence
a sequence that leads to
End Process Tree.
"Are you really gonna do that?"
stopping not one, but ALL .exe's
"Seriously STOP, DON'T DO THAT!"

NO
self love
belief
friends or family
Could possibly save me,

from this already played out self tragedy.