• Erasure
    Why must I endure
    Endure this painful state of being
    Why will death not embrace me
    Swallow my being and take it away
    Why must I suffer
    Suffer the continual waiting
    Waiting for the sweet embrace of death
    The relief it will bring
    The sorrows that will be gone
    The pain that will disappear
    So easy they make it
    To put a gun to one's head and end it
    End it all