Ask thyself, is thy life worth it?
If not, why not just kill it?
If love doesn't exist in thy life,
Why not stab thyself with a knife.
Think and think, over and over,
Until comes the sadness sower.
Pluck from thyself, the root of will,
That is the beginning of intent to kill.
Expect none, for they don't care,
From the wisest, pretty and fair.
Pierce thy heart with a piece of glass,
Break it like a delicate vase.
Eyes down, knees to the ground,
Behead thyself, there comes a small sound.
Obtain peace in the silence,
From the world of betrayal and violence.