what could be a mere thought
could also be my last,
for when the day comes, i shall twist my head
lie on the ground
and let the crippling ants
eat my rotting skin

to feel so grim;
a fickle heart continues to beat,
to await the day of utter silence
to feel so complete;
my fickle heart dreams of the succumbing to despondence,
the breathing of my limbs,
the death of my head,
and the blood in my skin

i would never be,
[able to suffice]