The Suicide's Epitaph

Hurtful and spiteful as anyone can see
Evermore shelled under an invisible shield
The sky, the wall the eyelid but only a friend
The beating heart the source of all pleas

Assaulted by millions about what book to write
And what kind of bird to shoot down from the laughing wind's hands
A shake a tremor all one can feel bout the land
A quake and a terror all one can dream about the land

In the passage of time lies one glimmer of hope
Spawned by rivers of words and thoughts
A putrid stench one does not believe in anymore
For to he, the lie is all that is lost

With this a mind I approach a blade
To end the tyranny hastened by age
The world ends with a whiff of air
All loves all truths banished into darkness........