The Suicide Poem

Before......

As irony would have it
I sometimes feel roseate about Life
But for the Futile being that I am,
I doubt if I deserve to have a Life
Sprighted I feel as to beat the odds
But Losses and Scaths, always, curb my strife
May be I should Love my razor now
Persuade it to find the vein..end my life.

After......

Here I stand before my corpse
Defunct that now I am, so am I Desperate
Dreamt of catharsis in the Purgatory's bay
But alas!..my Soul and Body just don't Separate
There're no contusions..but the Agony still doesn't Fade
I beseeched for relief...Hah..never knew God's fucking Ingrate
Now all I'm left with is immortal Sorrow and Agony
Foolish I was to renouce life to just excruciate