Suicide

For a moment, consider why
after all, should you not die

What joy do you get pretending
that this ennui perpetual, unending
is what happiness is meant to be
and everything else was baloney

The concepts of truth and beauty
meaning, larger purpose and duty
to do something that transcends
self-serving, petty little ends
were all nice-sounding sentences
and that life, in fact, is lived in pretenses
that, in reality, it is a series of compromises
done up well, served in all shapes and sizes

I think its time, you dare
and end this sordid affair
It doesn't take a lot
use a gun, knife, or knot

Let death not be dull
like life was...one eternal lull!