An Ill Body Seats My Sinking Sight

One devastating message crosses stagnant air

Abhorrence of one's self

Left a shredded husk

Vacant of living

Only death brings the epidemic of truth, that life is not worth living

So wait not

End it all here

End your life

Perceptive to one's worth in sorrow's mirth

An all too willing hand will lift the blade and let sink this letting go

Passing of life

A season

Sliced to stifled end

Eyes open and staring dead

Into a wet and wooden floor

One by one

They crawl in

Only loss brings truth so sit and reflect

Life is not worth living

It's brought us all to this

End it all here

End our lives